Songtext von Zeitgeist

Flung wide, the salutations The deep curse and the shutters close A spring house, in the making On good earth Of my many'd souls in my soul And fears I don't know I hear there's a march we should go Lost on this road Are there any real Sundays to find? Unbound, on the rising The pell mell of the miser kings As you saw what I'm seeing Oh you'd thaw from the fires There's pace in your gait And wake in your straights I ache from the center out Lost on this road Are there any real Sundays to find? Lost on this road Are there any real souls? Don't hear what I hear Don't see what I see Don't leave what I must leave behind Lost on this road Are there any real Sundays to find? This stop, I am hunger The deep well of a stranger held And this heart, a lonely hunter now I'm lost on this road Are there any real Sundays to find? I'm lost on this road Are there any real souls? Are there any real souls to find? Are there any real souls to find?