Ancient symbols on the wall
Verses in the purest language
Thoughts they all got messed up (shaken)
Shaken by Kiowa braids
Every glance like
A new riddle to solve
And all you see is right
What you should not
Every glance like
A new riddle to solve
Clues well hidden
Under a blinding light
I did not see him dive
And he didn't see it coming
An unpredictable storm
With overwhelming waves
Every glance like
A stab of pain
When beauty is wrong
And what's right is dark
Every glance like
A stab of pain
When everything is out
Of time and space
He's not going to walk away
He is not really here
He's waving his hands hard
Trying not to drown
In his own dreams