Moving in and out of the shadows Its no easier mission Holding onto how I picture you
Showing only bits and pieces Till the tide betrays you and your empty allocution
Searching your eyes for a hint or a trace of humility Searching your eyes for the saint is an act of futility Searching your eyes for a hint or a trace of it searching your eyes for humility searching your eyes for a hint or a trace I'm still searching searching...
Showing all the missing pieces Till the light betrays you and your empty allocution Saw the Piper by and down the river Caught his crippled alchemy From pounding waves of adoration
Pied Piper float on down the river Bloated carcass crippled me The weight of adoration
Moving in and out of the shadows Its no easy mission Holding on to how I picture you.