Little linguistics befall this spirit's swarms in search of song Wild battlegrounds of syntax, stacked detractors Planting seeds that both sides could be wrong And so, etched are their ways within their bones Hard to perceive, but changing Steadfast and standing in the way Daylight could never penetrate Just when I thought I could conceive a bridge between Is that smoke in the air, and heat below my feet? You've deceived the arsonist in me So misguided, I don't know how you see that, but I know Man, it's so hard to get a read sometimes On how to tell who you're gonna believe But it shouldn't be up to you to have to read so fine Between the lines just to uncover some ideal reality Age after age we decay or atrophy Into shapes we had sworn to supercede Drag the anchor until it tears itself apart Or sink the whole damn ship, trying to steer it in the dark Oh, no, man, it's so hard to get a read sometimes On how to tell who you're gonna believe But it shouldn't be up to you to read between the lines Just to keep your sanity So take it slow, man Cause we're really running out of time Age after age we decay or atrophy Into shapes we had sworn to supersede Drag the anchor until it tears itself apart Or sink the whole damn ship, trying to steer it in the dark