Avalon

As the sun comes creeping up the mountain and the wind blows over from the sea

Hey, we're brought into this land like tiny particles of sand, unsure of who we're smarter than, or what we're meant to be

Oh the grains sift coarsely through the hour glass and collect like their victims in the bowl

The ungodly force of change erodes all sense of earthly gains. While tending to the mundane will terrorize your soul

And it's no! It's no use thinking that you're wrong. The past is old and gone. It's best to move along and find your avalon

Well, I wish that I could tell you it was easy, just take the paved road right to paradise. But the

Truth is my friend, the pain and suffering never ends. Make amends with medicine, amnesia, and lies

The grains sift coarsely through the hour glass and they pound like boulders on the brain

All those things you did for fun, never hurting anyone, careless shadows in the sun, just empty and lame

And it's no... It's no use thinking that you're wrong. The past is old and gone. It's best to move

Along and find your avalon

So now the day races from the twilight. How the fields are enveloped by the shade. And the story

That you'll tell, inventory of your well, crack the shell and find the mortar silted and decayed

And it's no! It's no use thinking that you're wrong. The past is dead and gone. It's best to move

Along and find your avalon. It's best to hurry on and find your avalon