Your beginning Outlined in color Incapable of perceiving Every object an artifact that's held To this concentrated worship of this material I cannot understand My eyes go black and for the moment There is a lamppost in the forest, it is the only source I will find its light. I seek for truth, I want to find it all. I seek for truth, I want to love. But if it's all lost, I count I count backwards three times Now look at me with my lost glassy eyes And then they started to go One by one they started to break through I know you're with me I feel you with me But there's no sunshine or rainbows found here today I wish I could feel something more Nothing more Either on print or tele I wish I could feel something more Nothing more Golden slivers Always dreaming Always alone I walk these fields I walk them alone With my dusty hands I got from the ground I've been here once before in a dream I was searching For my lamppost And golden slivers Remove. But I loved these people Yet I loved this strange life But I want to go back Back to where it all started I wanted to feel something Something better than this But I know I can't These dreams help me remove golden slivers