Dreams like a kaleidoscope
Life's just some shitty list I wrote
Of everything I've ever broke
A circus of debris
Of every jagged word I've spoke
Every cigarette I've smoked
If ever you were told to, don't, don't ever change a thing


Floating down the stream of time
Teach this pilgrim how to shine
Floating down the stream
What's it gonna be?
You can't take what isn't mine
Oh


The flood that comеs in all my dreams
A tsunami of memories
Takе me where they'll bury me
Acquaint me with the stones
For every brick, and every beam
A slave will work, and sweat, and bleed
And an architect collects his fee
All floods do run to home



Floating down the stream of time
You can't take what isn't mine
Floating down the stream
What's it gonna be?
Teach this pilgrim how to die
Oh


Before the sun completes its arc
And leaves us wintering and dark
Is there a language here or just strange marks?
Some alphabet of souls
Some memories whisper low remarks
Others, never ceasing bark
Like dogs in some sunless park
Forever digging holes


Floating down the streams of time
Take this pilgrim, make him shine
Floating down the stream
What's it gonna be?
Teach this pilgrim how to die


The day will come when I awake
And the cold wind of the dawn will say
'I don't care if you go or stay, just don't forget your soul'
Vanity like leaden plates
Protect me from what radiates
Reality's this honest wake
Pass through me and go on



Floating down the streams of time
You can't take what isn't mine
Floating down the stream
What's it gonna be?
Teach this pilgrim how to die