Songtext von Empirical Fool

From the logical school An empirical fool Waiting for the answers From the ordinary man Waiting for the last stand Playing for the band In the land of the blind The deaf is getting lost Fields of loneliness Seeded on desperation Waiting for a new flower A little tiny glow That makes you hip when you're so low That makes you hip when you’re so down Trying to stand on my feet While everything is falling Surviving the earthquake The trembling of the soul Holding on the line Of the long distant horizon Subtle and grey Lost in the doom of days Waiting for a new flower A little tiny glow That makes you hip when you're so low A little tiny glow That makes you hip when you're so low A little tiny glow That makes you hip when you so down It seems like the I life I live It’s written for the silver screen Suspended on a limb like a floating feather Looking for the right thing to do Suspended on a limb waiting for the right wind To come