So scatterbrained after the search of a lifetime. Chatterboxes fall asleep at the right time. I have to ask what does it take For us to make sense of these heiroglyphs? Sombody planted a packet of seeds in the tar pits. I'm happy for you, I knew you'd pull through The point of no return We were perfectly still in a storm that's once in a lifetime. Took a step back and opened my eyes for the first time. Everything that might've been is fading out and wearing thin, All shifting red in the color blindness of hindsight. I'm happy for you, If you're happy too. So let me know, While your instincts still move you As light passes through you Into a golden age.