The best is yet to come I can feel it in my heart I'm right where I belong But don't bite down On my tongue I've said it once before But what if I am wrong I can feel it in my age When I look around If I wait for the best then I wait In the wings, for a chance to escape I escape to a place where I know I can wait. Can I wait anymore In the place of defense, in a sense I say less everyday, sweet decay Who to blame for the change I can wait. Can I wait anymore The best is yet to come I can feel it in my heart I'm right where I belong When I bite down I can feel it in my age When I look around

Rescue me I'm caught in the danger of myself Exploding in prisms on the inside Raised in the shadows of forest at night It's calming to see your eyes in my mine Empty room I wait in reflection of my fright Visions of currents crystalized Swimming through static on the inside Raised in the shadows of forest at night It's calming to see your eyes in mine We're in a hole Raised in the shadows of forest at night It's calming to see your eyes in mine We're in a hole ----------------

In the failing light, I have to squint my eyes, And listen quiet. Have to stay away, Just to stay awake, I stay inside. But I don’t really care, If I know where I am. Find it on a map. Write it down with a pen. Feel it with your hands out in front. If you lose your sight go out and find it. If you know me, I won’t be pretending at all. If you know me, (In the failing light,) I won’t be, (I can see your eyes,) Pretending, (As they seem to glow.) At all. But I don’t really care, If I know where I am. Find it on a map. Write it down with a pen. Feel it with your hands out in front. If you lose your sight go out and find it. I don’t need to wait, Don’t need to wait up. I don’t keep pace or care if I’ve won. I don’t need to see, Don’t need to be seen. I don’t hold hands with everyone. I don’t need to save. I don’t need to be saved. Don’t need to taste what’s put on my tongue. And I don’t have to insist, (I don’t need it.) And I don’t like to resist. (I don’t feel it.) It’s best to behave as people should, Stay away and stay awake, To stay the night to meet the next day. But I don’t really care, If I know where I am. Find it on a map. Write it down with a pen. See it in your head, keep it. Make believe you have succeeded. And try to feel it with your hands out in front. If you lose your sight go out and find it.

The thread that sews us close, Weave your arms in mine. Braiding memories in the cloth, Cut along these lines. And I don’t blame you if you feel, You can’t breathe at all. These walls move closer, Filled with wool and plaster. Silent shapes fill the hours, Days move into years. Fingers frozen near our hearts, Pointing out our fear. And here’s a shelf for all your ribbons on the wall. They steal our laughter in the false hereafter. Will this be our only chance, To make it all feel good? We lay naked in the branches, Of this home we built. And I don’t blame you if you feel, You can’t breathe at all. These walls move closer, Filled with wool and plaster. Silent shapes fill the hours, Days move into years. Fingers frozen near our hearts, Pointing out our fear. Little fortress we have laid in our sorrow. This forced tradition beating horses beaten. In this race who will win, If we all dropped out? Broken hearts are woven, Into what we have forgot. I don’t blame you if you feel, You can’t breathe at all. These walls move closer, Filled with wool and plaster. Silent shapes fill the hours, Days move into years

The river is forming skin, With blood on blood, it’s moving. And I want to feel it grow, With arms and eyes. I think it knows, You won’t come around here. With fangs and claws, it knows you’re near. The river is forming skin, With blood on blood, it’s moving. My lungs are growing tighter, To breathe I must escape the fire. But oh, the tentacles of water can’t find me. From end to end we are undone. And all of the branches of this stream, are not the only, the only ones. The river is forming skin, With blood on blood, it’s moving. And I want to feel it grow, With arms and eyes. I think it knows, You won’t come around here. With fangs and claws, it knows you’re near. The river is forming skin, With blood on blood, it’s moving. Kaleidoscope of nature, With colors that bleed between the vines. But oh, the chemicals are falling, Where we sleep. From end to end we are undone. But all of the branches from this tree, Are not the only, the only ones. In time, over these years, I’ve found another. Cast off into the pines, into each other. In time over these years i found another. (In time I find am I friend or foe?) Cast off into the pines, into each other. (My eyes spread design. Am I friend or foe) In time. Fault line. I’ll find, I’m, The river is forming skin, With blood on blood, it’s moving. And I want to feel it grow, With arms and eyes. I think it knows, You won’t come around here. With fangs and claws, it knows you’re near. The river is forming skin, With blood on blood, it’s moving. Will I find? My lungs are growing tired, To breathe I must escape the fire. My lungs are growing tighter, To breathe I must escape the fire. But oh the chemicals are falling.

I’m the fire in the mountain, The white light of misfortune. Feed it in secret, Believe it’s undefined. The fairest of lies, The violence in plain sight. Feed it in secret, breathe in, The sickness sleeps unseen. Misguided ages which we all reference. Mistaken faces replaced with severance. I’ve got it backwards in my head, I begin to unravel. I just want us all excited. We’ve made our own way out. How to feel alive, Feed it in secret, Believe it’s undefined. And I see what I’ve made, And I keep what I’ve gained. And I wish it were in my place, So take your seat and I’ll take aim. And I’ve got it backwards inside my head. And I won’t look back. I’m the fire in the mountain, The white light of misfortune. Feed it in secret, Believe it’s undefined. The fairest of lies, The violence in plain sight. Feed it in secret, Believe it’s undefined. I’m the fire.

Where are you going? I’d like to know. There’s a storm on its way. What are you holding in your palm? Is there more for you to share, Because we are cold inside. Cold inside. Cold. In the daylight we admire how fragile it has been. We are all set to expire, In the only skin we’re in. We are cold inside, Cold inside. Fade out, fade. Face out, face. Fade out, fade. If I fall how will I know?

Fading fog, It’s time. For years, We’ve walked, In line. Insight, The sign. For years, We’ve walked, In line. The fade has come, To feel it walk. The time has gone, Through my eyes, Feel it run. Face the sun. We’re blind. For years, We’ve walked, In line. The fade has come, To feel it walk. The time has come, For our lives. Feel it run, For years.