Smoke in the signals
Won't touch the ground
Perfect harmony
You can have it all
Living always, always dying
But you wouldn't listen
Or maybe incapable
But that doesn't matter (into the sun)
Hopes to be had now
Or nothing at all
The world's buyin' a thrill, it's all possible
To think what they want
Living always, always dying
But you wouldn't listen
Or maybe incapable
But that doesn't matter
I write for me, nail on my head
I read for me, when I'm dead
Unto the road, the golden way
Eternal light
Take for yourself
All the offerings, offerings
This time will be the last
Gentle on my mind, on my mind
All the light we cannot see
Sky of gold mysteries
Stairway up set us free
Beyond the skies, the master key
Living always, always dying
But you wouldn't listen
Or maybe incapable
But that doesn't matter
I write for me, nail on my head
I read for me, when I'm dead
Unto the road, the golden way
Eternal light, prophecy
Things you believe, in life we breathe
Eyes of the world, all vanishing
The silent mind in truth appear
Think from the end
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