(Instrumental)
The world is a running brook Take a look Cold and always moving Blind but never soothing It moves like you and I And never lies Perfect like a circle
we be like the season's trees? Changeably, just not so easily On and on, we're the same Jumping through hoops of flames Sounds funny but a dangerous
We touch the walls of a city streets, and Didn't explain Sadly showed us our ways Of never asking why Cast down, It was heaven sent, and To the church
Make no mistake I don't do anything for free I keep my enemies closer than my mirror ever gets to me And if you think that there is shelter in this attitude
