Lines in the Sand (demo version 1996 - 1997)

Sometimes, for a moment of bliss
And the passion, we're craving
There's a message we miss
Sometimes when the spirit's left alone
We must believe in something
To find if we've grown

Sometimes, if you're perfectly still
You can hear the virgin weeping
For the saviour of your will
Sometimes, your castle's in the air
And the fantasies you're seeking
Are the crosses you bear

Swept away with the tide (swept away)
Through the holes in my hands (in my hands)
Crown of thorns at my side (crown of thorns at my side)
Drawing lines (in the sand)

Tragic reflex (shattered calm)
Static progress (senses gone)
Numb awareness (final psalm)
Sacred conflict (blessed prize)
Weeping crosses (stainless eyes)
Desperate addict (faith disguised)

Swept away with the tide (swept away)
Through the holes in my hands (in my hands)
Crown of thorns at my side (crown of thorns at my side)
Drawing lines (in the sand)

We fabricate our demons
Invite them into our homes
Have supper with the aliens
And fight the war alone
We conjure up our skeletons
Enlist the den of thieves
Frightened from our closets
Then sewn upon our sleeves

In the stream of consciousness
There is a river crying
Living comes much easier
Once we admit
We're dying

Sometimes, in the wreckage of our wake
There's a bitterness we harbor
And hate for hatred's sake
Sometimes we, we dig an early grave
And crucify our instincts
For the hope we couldn't save
Sometimes a view from sinless eyes
Centers our perspective
And pacifies our cries
Sometimes the anguish we survive
And the mysteries we nurture
Are the fabrics of our lives

Bad times do not take away the good things
I'm glad you' inviting us in
Bad times do not take away the good things
I'm glad you' inviting us in

Swept away with the tide (swept away with the tide)
Through the holes in my hands (through the holes)
Crown of thorns at my side (crown of thorns at my side)
Drawing lines in the sand