These paths lead to nowhere,
Lost and winding away from me;
Eyes that see the truth in your laughter
A face that hides the lies you speak.
Have hope that one fine morning
Your world will be one again,
Till then keep flowing in the torrent
Of humanity gone insane.
My promises resemble me,
Like voices from some distant shore;
Incorehent mix of noises,
Lost and longing to hear some more.
