From the recording MH50
Lyrics
i been running in circles in my head
too many things have been said
am i just a game of numbers
how often my world falls apart
familiar feelings in my hands
sometimes it hurts when i stand up to engage in wonder
rolling like an unheard thunder
can we blame it all on this weather
can we blame it all on a town?
can we blame it all on the ghosts
that we hosted up on the ropes?
i cant reach myself with this doubtful sense of hope
i like eygptian knowledge
and mysteries of god's unknown
familiar feelings in my heart
often its war from the start
if you witness the vacant lovers
punishing one another
are we living it up for division
can we trade the masks holding pain
now i often wonder
i was thinking we could start again
cause inside the four walls of healing
is a new unfamiliar feeling
patient is the host
that is graciously willing to show
that the quiet knights we spend in the rooms
recounting what we can often do
there so much more then all that meets the eyes
what a day to be sitting here alive