You're missing the signs, because it's not what you're looking for Faith is no bargain, cheaply bought off of trickster hands The way of the shark is a middle way And the end of the road is a sharp mouth of knives that thirsts for the clenching Everything I need, everything I touch Turns to quicksand The harder I try, I try so hard It slips right through my fingers Belief is a virtue which no conjurer can fable for idle ears The path of the unfailing is a lion's den for the simple-hearted In the end, it’s the gap of the serpent that burrows in the deep Everything I need, everything I touch Turns to quicksand The harder I try, I try so hard It slips right through my fingers I am the awaited burst with the sun in my back Burning your wounds and igniting mine I am wine to your water No matter how much you pour the dilution it won't whitewash my wrong I am the awaited burst with the sun in my back Burning your wounds and igniting mine Clash and collide The harder I try, I try so hard Everything I need, everything I touch Turns to quicksand The harder I try, I try so hard It slips right through my fingers