Pacific Blues by Sleeping at Last from album Yearbook
Duration : 3 minutes & 25 seconds.
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If i could rearrange my words,
I'd say what i mean.
If i could learn to count the cards,
I'd risk everything.
Imagine how brave i'd be
If i knew i'd be safe.
If i could only know the end,
I'd be a prodigy of faith.
If i had a treasure map, oh the answers i'd find.
I'd dust off the artifacts 'til i made 'em all shine.
Everything i know is borrowed, broken or blind,
And what i've seen of beautiful feels merely implied.
Is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine?
I guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design.
How i ache to know.
God knows that i know we're little boats in the great big sea.
Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze.
Every compass i have followed i've trusted and denied.
So it goes with an ever-changing definition of right.
Is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine?
I guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design.
If ignorance is bliss, then i guess i'm in heaven.
But this hesitant kiss sends me back to the grasp of the sea.
Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze.
