Cross the border of familiarity
I've become a stranger to myself
Treading unspoken territory
Inevitably forgetting the past
We are runaway children
The sun beats on
We beat on
Where do we lay our heads
If every night I lie awakened
Slip into unconsciousness
The lines between alive
And living are blurred
Sitting
Waiting
Sleeping
And in every sunrise and
Sunset we look for something
If God plays hide and seek
Then we must be what
We've been searching for