From the logical school
An empirical fool
Waiting for the answers
From the ordinary man
Waiting for the last stand
Playing for the band
In the land of the blind
The deaf is getting lost
Fields of loneliness
Seeded on desperation
Waiting for a new flower
A little tiny glow
That makes you hip when you're so low
That makes you hip when you’re so down
Trying to stand on my feet
While everything is falling
Surviving the earthquake
The trembling of the soul
Holding on the line
Of the long distant horizon
Subtle and grey
Lost in the doom of days
Waiting for a new flower
A little tiny glow
That makes you hip when you're so low
A little tiny glow
That makes you hip when you're so low
A little tiny glow
That makes you hip when you so down
It seems like the I life I live
It’s written for the silver screen
Suspended on a limb like a floating feather
Looking for the right thing to do
Suspended on a limb waiting for the right wind
To come
