Turn off the t.v., 'cause you can't smell the roses
They ain't on your front porch no more
Someone has made off with your roses
The dirt's scattered across the floor
Blasting through curtains, shell-shocked, it's worthless I know
Beneath the surface purpose lies pure as cold water
Shapes that fit together, words that rhyme, will we build a bridge across in time to get back?
Is there a resource, is there an idea we lack?
The sweet 60 cycles speak softly each second, make syrup of your passive brain
So butter your breakfast with something like sulfur and see if it still tastes the same
What makes a pawn move and whom does the eagle stare down?
And what does wisdom think of those who in crowns strut around?
Jack and Ruby ran atop the hill and a stone was aimed two birds to kill, I know
When there's a freeze on, fire rings like reason and glows
Fragile, how this world can be
Raft on a surging sea
Ignorance will murder thee
Stand up and know you're free
Ride the wave as wise and brave
As you ever have wanted to be
And love's own hands will comfort thee
And guide you through eternity