| [00:29] |
Never thought I’d lose my way, but the turns that I have taken |
| [00:38] |
Have led me down a corridor that I don’t recognize. |
| [00:47] |
Every door is bolted tight and offers no solution |
| [00:57] |
Slumped upon a concrete floor, clinging onto life. |
| [01:05] |
I remember something once I might have heard |
| [01:12] |
It was stolen from the cradle by a bird. |
| [01:21] |
Everybody’s looking for that long lost chord |
| [01:30] |
Are we ever gonna find that lost lost? |
| [02:01] |
Took a pill to feel a form and spaces long abandoned |
| [02:10] |
But some mysterious crimson song that promised to be true. |
| [02:20] |
But who can pilgrim dazed and dull with thirst so cruel and ardent |
| [02:29] |
To understand the symphony that’s wrapped around our roots. |
| [02:38] |
Like the memory of the wind among the trees |
| [02:45] |
There’s a fingerprint that stayed upon the keys. |
| [02:53] |
Everybody’s looking for that long lost chord |
| [03:03] |
Are we ever gonna find that lost lost? |
| [03:12] |
I want the world to make some sense, want the world to make some sense |
| [03:22] |
I want the world to make some sense, I want the world to make some sense. |
| [03:31] |
There’s a thorn that pricks and keeps me from my sleep |
| [03:37] |
Like the lure ships sunk, fathoms in the deep. |
| [03:46] |
Everybody’s looking for that long lost chord |
| [03:56] |
Are we ever gonna find that long lost? |
