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I'm forgetting my own history Playing loose with the mysteries And the steam will not rise from my engine barrel I'm falling through a hole in the bedroom white ceiling Twisting and spinning down to the sky There's a greater evidence to be known and seen When belief inches closer to the scars Who knows? Who cares? Who wiped away my tears? Was it Abraham, father to the stars? Nickels, dimes and dollar bills I love them dusty corners They smell like lonesome fields in the shadows of the day There's a deeper river running If only it would find me Cut me like a canyon, wild and free. Shine that light in my eyes till I'm blind with vision Lead me down to the river And drown me in the poetry, Your imagination. The aching feeds a fantasy The stage is set for God only knows The ear is hearing whistles made of wooden reeds Letras de cancionesAnd telephones are ringing A girl in blue is singing And all I can hear is the sound of failure This is not the promise of the glory of kings It's our breast stroke, a heart don't Give and take delight There's that pain in my chest that always comes on right before the big fight. If belief is only a construct, my own little thumb-suck, Then I'm a kite in a tree, a kite in a tree. If belief is only a construct, my own little thumb-suck, I'm a kite in a tree, a kite in a tree. And I'm a kite in a tree, just a kite in a tree. I'm a kite in a tree, a kite in a tree (Thanks to Mandii for these lyrics) From Letras Mania