Like my father said to me
There is nothing I can't be
On the lake or in the ground
Beside a window pane left shattered
Sometimes I just feel so small
Pictured with a hundred men
A celebration, a ceremony presents
And I find it so very hard
To be conscious
But I dreamed it so many times
A construct
So, come on the lake or in the ground
And save all of the things you've found
And in my deepest fantasy
Oh, I'll find the words
Oh, I'll find the words
Oh, I'll find the words
Oh, I'll find the words
Find so many words
Fly with me
Herein lies the perfect sign to be erased
Erased and holy
Passed the roads
Of tanks that froze
With the stock still foaming
I could see rank and file
Speaking much more loudly
As if it could be up ahead
Just like the river bend
Blending itself more socially
