Wasted

(альбом: Ancient Transition - 2018)

Must be wasted
On the waiting
I've been wondering
About a home
The fable painted
Is it my creation?
I guess I've been chasing
What I don't know
I've been seeking
Some assurance
And coming back
To old ceremonies
I see my old friends
And they seemed offended
But I'm still seeking
My old home

I spent my summers
On incantations
I put my tongue in
To tell a taste
But I went back there
Where I was younger
Where they're just waiting
On the rest
I don't want freedom
Or to be better
I just wanna believe
This void will close
'Till it's yawning
A gap like kings
But still I'm seeking
Somewhere to go

I must be wasted
On the waiting
I've been wondering
If I will see
The fabled painting
Through my confusion
Where everything is soothing
And everything is real
I had a first time
I had forgiveness
I had an answer
But I had to go
Is there one path maybe?
But I need a clear sign
Light me a beacon
So I can know
What I need