Lines In The Sand

Sometimes, for a moment of bliss

And the passion, we're craving

There's a message we miss

Sometimes when, the spirits left alone

We must believe in something

To find if we've grown

Tragic reflex, shattered calm

Static progress, senses gone

Numb awareness, final salm

Swept away with the tide

(Swept away with the tide)

Through the holes in my hands

(Through the holes in my hands)

Crown of thorns at my side

(Crown of thorns at my side, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Drawing lines in the sand

Sometimes, if you're perfectly still

You can hear the virgin weeping

For the savior of your will

Sometimes, your castles in the air

And the fantasies you're seeking

Are the crosses you bear

Sacred conflict, blessed prize

Weeping crosses, stainless eyes

Desperate addict, faith disguised

Swept away with the tide

(Swept away with the tide)

Through the holes in my hands

(Through the holes in my hands, yeah)

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 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

Swept away with the tide

(Swept away with the tide, yeah)

Through the holes in my hands

(Through the holes, holes in my hands)

Crown of thorns at my side

(Crown of thorns in my side)

Drawing lines in the sand