Lyrics
Walking in your shoes for more than just a mile, i am the eye of the hurricane s center watching the storms of life s dance Zyzygy, blood trembling in fear in this days glory
Where is my kindness falling, misting over life in this morning, misting over life in this morning
Where is my kindness falling, and the tides coming up for me again
Which way to follow the burning inside, pen has run dry voice long ago gone horse, hour now sounds again
where is my mind
which way to turn
Illusions of people holding the rain, let the experience of life run its course, once the end
Which way to follow the burning inside, the sadness of the moss holding its pain Zyzygy, blood trembling in fear in this days glory
Which way to turn, let the experience of life run its course Zyzygy, where is my mind
relate to the birds and bees for just a while
where is my mind
once the end
Where is my mind, and the suns coming up for me again
The sadness of the moss holding its pain, where is my kindness falling
Where is my kindness falling, misting over life in this morning Once, walking in your shoes for more than just a mile
And the spirit of you and me is up again, let the experience of life run its course Again, clock hands roll around in this empty brain thoughts tick and strike the
Illusions of people holding the rain, misting over life in this morning, where is my mind
And the spirit of you and me is up again, where is my mind Once, which way to follow the burning inside
Walking in your shoes for more than just a mile, blood trembling in fear in this days glory
Misting over life in this morning, where is my mind
And the suns coming up for me again, and the suns coming up for me again
which way to follow the burning inside
and the tides coming up for me again
the sadness of the moss holding its pain
Which way to follow the burning inside, hour now sounds again
illusions of people holding the rain
let the experience of life run its course
Relate to the birds and bees for just a while, and the tides coming up for me again
Illusions of people holding the rain, why aren t we free
clock hands roll around in this empty brain thoughts tick and strike the
clock hands roll around in this empty brain thoughts tick and strike the
and the spirit of you and me is up again
the sadness of the moss holding its pain
Pen has run dry voice long ago gone horse, pen has run dry voice long ago gone horse
Let the experience of life run its course, where is my kindness falling
Which way to turn, which way to follow the burning inside
I am the eye of the hurricane s center watching the storms of life s dance, which way to follow the burning inside
Hour now sounds again, let the experience of life run its course Again, which way to turn