Staring through glasses with no lenses At a tree climbing the sky. Our father seems to have lost his senses As he stands before our burning home
With an olive branch in one hand The other holding circumstance; Evidence, if you will? Gasoline dreams from a wishing well.
I was so young We were so innocent at a time when innocence made sense. The flames laughed at us as I held you in my arms. Youth would not be wasted on us We both have come so far.
What have I become? How could this have happened? I was so careful, I wore the garbs of a saint with stained-glass cufflinks. I?d forgotten what I was looking for. Power is flowing but the bulb is blown, I have no faith to call my own.
With an olive branch in one hand The other holding circumstance; Evidence, if you will? Gasoline dreams from a wishing well. As I stumble onto broken knees Screaming at broken sleeping ghosts On a hill with three trees? The royalty is coming for my loyalty.
Even Carpenters make mistakes, measure once cut twice. I am so very apathetic.
You abandon me.
Cradled in my mother?s arms, my reserves have been set free.