In this cushion of complexity I rest my hair and troubled head. In the knowledge of what may be I rest myself upon this thread.
Wrong, wrong, don’t I know? Yes, yes, I will follow! Oh, these voices never stop You are here, or are you not?
Show me, will I ever grow In this mist I merely know? They lead me in And the rest may go. Go, because they are. Go, worthy they are not to follow.
Being them, another sin They must believe, They never win. In times, In times, we show that door Get out! Come in… Throw the masks and make-up on the floor. Though You and son are here I feel Your hand But why all these infinite tears? In this cloud I shan’t live anymore
You and all are here.? And I follow, You. In this cushion of complexity In the knowledge of what may be I rest my mind and all that might Wrong, wrong, don’t I know. Yes, yes, I will follow, You.