Bent Cold Sidewalk

When I talk to the trees
O'great trees who have learned to speak slowly
I know that they believe that they have an answer
Then I walk in the city where I cannot hear it

When I talk to the city
I have already learned three answers
Before I call the question
And slowly, I wish myself among trees
But can not hear myself wishing

When I talk to the people
Who are the trees that grow in the city
They reply with a fond kindness, slowly
But there is no answer
For experience to be made by mistake

Upon this key, time will slide
Beyond each lock, you lose your mind
And as our door becomes open
A rush of sound is found inside
Creating dreams that pass you by

You may live through your life a long, long time
But you will never know from where it came
Yet all you've seen is what you've wanted to
You're walking forward as you look behind
Still watching those old memories fade and die

This door is heavy, and is deeply stained
With wasted tears, that try to fight in vain
You may be sitting, feeling quite secure
But listen carefully - and this key is yours
For we can lead you far beyond that door

There are dangers hidden, trust in that language
And it is precisely this conception that which must not be changed
The epitome of our language is patterns containment of thought and sound

I die to fight!
I die to fight!
I die to fight!

Upon this key, time will slide
Beyond each lock, you lose your mind
And as our door becomes open
A rush of sound is found inside
Creating dreams that pass you by

Bent cold sidewalk, open the gate
I may be late, but I can no longer wait
Stealing the crown that stood me up
I'm laying the table with dusty plates

Bent cold sidewalk, open the gate
I may be late, but I can no longer wait
Playing the god to fix your gaze
I'm holding you firm on another day

Bent cold sidewalk, open the gate
I may be late, but I can no longer wait