Somewhere past the rocky steps
I know this place, but I forget
The shapes of all the faces that it gave me
A vague terrain beyond the pale
Sleeplessness and colored veils
Keep lookin round for something here to save me
I keep falling into circles
Go in circles like an ending
And it's bending me beyond where I can be
Cause we're choking on a glut
I think I'll keep the pantry shut
Empty is the colour of the free
Painted streets, a tattered dawn
Arriving late at every door
And what I missed the most is simple boredom
A tablecloth can make a pall
And a prisoner inside his walls
Escapes when he forgets that someone caught him
We got the seed, we got the rakes
It seems we're going on the take
And who cares if it's farmland or it's weeds
Shaking off the growing pains
I'll take my chances in the changes
Empty is the colour of the free
I lose my time, I fall awake
It's back with tolls and bills to shake
And still we're holding on, we're closely keeping
I'm still searching in these times
For little wins and hopeful signs
Or just the center of the line that's holding me
The curtains in the morning sun
A trace you left, and now it's gone
The answer that you look for in your sleep
Still the bird is on his wire
And the falcon's in his gyre
Empty is the colour of the free