Lyrics
The loneliness of wide-openness and the fleeting
Looking for something - anything worth repeating
Give more than you get back - repeatedly and to the ditch
Weaving between mountains in a permanent spring -
Accidentally rich
Descending and ascending on the holiest of towns
Always hoping for a stage with the working-class sound
With a working-class sound
The breath of everything and a different anonymity
Than this capital illusion that is a major city
The beauty of the waterfall and every single leaf of grass
Was I blinded by the new colors of the gray mass
Descending and ascending on the holiest of towns
Always hoping for a stage with the working-class sound
Descending and ascending on the holiest of towns
Always searching for the stage with the working-class sound
With a working-class sound
I was given these things
I have got ways to make ends meet
I have got ways to make things mean something
I have got ways to make it work
I have got ways to make it worse
At the well of your love I see a future in the eyes
At this other well you have to wait for the water to rise
When I sink in - my lips taste of a dry and salty wine
I was looking for a place of love and mercy
That could be anywhere in time