Stale Air
Thought we’d find enlightenment
Along the path least traveled by
But the trip began too late
And changed the end to a means we’d justified
Went searching for reason
But settled for rhyme
Wine to water, leaves turn to ash
Vicious circle becomes square
All of life is fighting for a breath
Trapped in the stale air
Nature tempts that rare impulse
That patience hates and suffocates
They pass us by, so blind we lie
And watch from distant altered states
Obsession with freedom
But chained to our minds
Wine to water, leaves turn to ash
Vicious circle becomes square
All of life is fighting for a breath
Trapped in the stale air
It’s the human condition
It’s the mask of the ordinary
There ain’t no cure for the need to step outside our skin
You can drown all your sorrows
But they learn to swim
Wine to water, leaves turn to ash
Vicious circle becomes square
All of life is fighting for a breath
Trapped in the stale air