Only time will tell if I knew you well,
or if I did not know you at all.
Because heaven is hell,
it is well,
the spell
dispels the more that I talk about it.
And in time I'll show what I truly know,
if I truly know anything at all.
I
relinquish control of all the dreams I was sold,
when I heated my head and my soul and my heart about it.
Out of all the answers,
slowly
show to a rounder, think I prefer the question.
I knew all the things I went through,
there was no rhyme, no reason
at all.
Just a vagrant belief, a pomp and ceremony,
but I still have the need and I can't get my
head around it.
Out of all the answers,
they're slowly show to a rounder,
think I prefer
the question.
One day when I was feeling brave,
I got my rage enlisted.
I mustered up the courage and asked if you existed.
I stilled my mind and I did nothing else but listen.
I'm tired of all the answers.
I'm tired of all the answers.
I'm tired of all the answers.
They're slowly show to a rounder,
I think I prefer the question.