I speak from some sort of protection of
learning
Even tho' I make it up as I go on
A special trait is that I've tried
To reach
all feelings
So I speak a new language of love
Some say that it is written in the
circle
Others that it is written in the sun
But I protect myself by seeing this
experience
As a metaphor for moving on
Sometimes I check myself
To start to believe
in
The horoscopes you read everyday
They're telling me somethings
I really ought to
know
But then again I like to
Then again I learn to
Then again I'm running
away
Vision is coming so fast I can't stop myself
Vision forgets who is real
On the
city streets, people get lost
Just waiting for history
Pushing the real world away
Taking a chance only once in your life
Only weakness can stop you from hearing
New languages
Translate each word
As they bring you creation
Your voice is the
perfect key
Is there something that
I'm supposed to see
Is there something
that I'm
Supposed to feel
I'm with you
And I can't help but want to
know
(Talk to me)
Is there something that I'm supposed to teach
(Speak to
me)
Is there something that I'm supposed to find
As I reach to the healing in each spoken
word
For some strange reason time just cannot wait a minute
I'm chasing every second
before I let go
Yesterday my history
Dreams are still a mystery
This living is a gift I
should know
Lay it down and let me live the new language
Let me learn at
every twist every turn
Lay it down and let me love the further futu
