My Holy Grail is empty, so what are you looking for?
Waterfalls of pain and I have to breathe steady.
Blind eye scratching an eye, just gets other one blind too.
Is it faith or am I just lying to myself? Because the beauty of the ugly side starts to fade.
Second thought, the never appreciated mistress.
Somehow, something has been wrong, somehow, something begs to be wrong.
The play of strings, so gentle and so clear.
KT, I am killing it by letting it be.
So where’s the edge, where the leaves stop to grow?
Rock is either roll or fold old.