Oh my mother
Oh sweet Jesus
Tell me what you know
All the freedoms come in pieces
Gone away to some
Cross my heart, oh
Cross my mind, oh
Have the reasons come
What I find is I've gone blind to
Where I do belong
Eager, eager to rule my run
Inching, inching me to the sun
Seeker, seeker have I become
To find a beacon
Oh, my seeking days have just begun
Oh, hmm
Soul is sighing
Got me trying under every stone
Like the nickel, red dot riddle
Shoot, they come and go
Eager, eager to rule my run
Inching, inching me to the sun
Seeker, seeker have I become
To find a beacon
Oh, my seeking days have just begun
Oh, oh
Seeker, seeker have I become
To find a beacon
Oh, my seeking days have just begun
Oh, oh
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