several times unconciously i ve stumbled upon the path and seen a mountain in the mist as rain falls on my shoulders sun rises in the east a mourning bruise but i am here at least i guess im just an obsticle a thing to overcome if i could sneek around myself again i ll know i ve won the moment seems to hang and float before me with no end till i m released awaken beast i m on the road again but now i m soaring far to high a fleck of dust upin the sky where tiny clouds go sailing by pull me down today woven in the fairy tales we fabricate each day our little golden strands of truth that glimmer in the light the colorful material you hold a certin way can keep us from the cold and help to get us through the night but now i m soaring far to high a fleck of dust upin the sky where tiny clouds go sailing by pull me down today x4 oooooooooooooo oooooooooooooo