With eyes wide shut
I blew a hole in my soul
Burnt the house down
Closed all open doors
And this dark forest
Seems to have no end
My legs are tangled
In the moss and weeds
Then someone comes along
Singing a familiar song
They walk on different paths
But they offer you a hand
And their bad karma
Should be a warning sign
But you’re stuck here
Might as well take your time
Cause even fickle tenderness
Can lead you to another mess
That’s less intense than yours
The grass might not be greener
But I could use a change of scenery
Where the pitch black becomes shadows
And the shadows roll like meadows
And the meadows lift your feet
To a resurrection beat