Pisces / Almost Home

(альбом: Symptoms Of A Leveling Spirit - 2001)

The sense of fear on which you feed
When the people can't believe the things they read

We've been brought up to feel left out
Eclipsed by the shadows of our doubts

The pieces rise and rearrange
And all the smiling faces seem so strange

With tacit symmetry and prose
I feel the doors behind me close

You're here alone inside this crowd
You've faced the world and made us proud

But when the bitterness returns
There's nothing left to hide the burns
Burns

I've waited
I've written on promises and dreams a thousand times
Still relegated to these lines

Like water, untainted
The sad quixotic trail I've left behind
Somehow it echoes in my mind

And it almost feels like coming home