Now I can see how the seasons all repeat And that love makes new things out of nothing that it needs The generation born will grow from all the crimes before, And then stack up with all the heads That are piled outside your door
I understand that I exist in the between, Of what was and what will be in those blurry vision scenes, That appear but pass us by and for a moment get you high, 'til you find your way back down Become the truth you've found