Now you’re here to rise my blues
Don’t you meddle with my dirty shoes
The mud’s about to hide our thoughts
And make us liars behind these walls
Time and time again we’re replacing
The wounds are transparent, saving graces
If God decides to put an end to this
Destiny will say the hands are His
So say what you want, now
I want my artificial spring
And all the things illusions lean to bring
The unlimited sea through watered dreams
And the earth below my feet
( Em )
For you it may seem like contradiction
You say I’m not taking care of myself
Some moments we’re confused by intuitions
And some books can’t fulfill our shelves
Places and times, the minutes weep
For the same motives of ours
While the darkness prepares the souls
For our next graceful hours
And time moves so easily
What makes us believe that slipping is natural
And the places we’ve been aren’t refuges only
'cause we're not that apart after all
So say what you want,
'Cause we’ll pay attention to the thoughts that swing
through the rhythm of the beat of our wings
Give yourself a little to artificial spring
You don’t need to believe in everything you’ve seen
And now you’re here to rise this blues
Regardless of my dirty shoes