Children twisting through the trees unconscious and unguilty here we're alone a final confession as i ask for a high drive before i take this plunge i wipe my eyes dry crack the window like a rib let our heat escape pain the sky stand in line for the next great adventure no one takes steps like me the next generation has abolished all the pioneers of this golden age and acclaimed the harmony in all this beautiful disharmony stand in line for the next great adventure no one takes steps like me comfort is a word of the past and damnation is my kind of free send me the sunset or the history of torture it's being without this faith that brought this together stand in line for the next great adventure no one takes steps like me comfort is a word of the past and damnation is my kind of free