The Walk I (Live)

Here's the map of the land
Pour it through your old hand
Give me more sand, more sand
Help is here within the snake
Home is here while you're awake
The end is near its dancing
In the sand and then you'll try to be mosaic.

Help is near, we made a plan
Move your feet through no man's land
And if I know, there'll be no back home to the end.

In the bitterness of truth
Where the curve of the horizon
feels like walking through a masterpiece
Of evening blue in unread books
And I fall but I can't stand up
Which right do I have to believe you.

Leave the wreck in the sun
It's on your head
Into beyond.

In the bitterness of you
And the bird is so golden
I feel like walking through a starry night
The sky is bright and burning
And I fall but I still manage
Which right do I have to deceive you.

Leave the wreck in the sun
It's on your head
Into beyond.