Endless Roads 歌词

Been down this road before Seems to extend itself with each step made upon its hide If there is such a thing as completion it cannot be found The infant and the dying sharing a seamless breath Not a single day has passed With me wanting to get off these tracks It is not a place of congregation; mute communion We might have passed along the clouds Without the recognition of two desolates Illumination seemed less intimate than he had hoped for The winds blow with no molecular embodiment Yet they're cold to me, old to me Solitude becomes a trusted party out here In the deserts of self Yet we do not ask for anything Raving through the crossroads, spared of choice