So Far

So Far

So far your hands are left wanting

You fall down

In search of your calling

Your fascinations led

To these myths inside your head

Infatuations dead

You turn around instead

And try to understand the things they've said

Some might say they've found a way to heaven

And celebrate their ordinary ways

You might say you've found a way to heaven

But I don't believe in anything I've seen

In you so far

So far your hands are left wanting

You fall down

Youre falling

Imaginations led

To these myths inside your head

Infatuations dead

You turn around instead

To try to understand from your bed