A desolate wasteland navigated by blinded idealists.
lyrics
Blame it on your wife and children
for our fall from so called greatness
you never even had a chance
like fireflies jammed up in glass
your flickered light could never last
amongst the ones who'd faded fast.
you only know where you are going if you know where you've been.
you don't know where you've been.
So bury yourself in supposed weakness
and ride the air into the darkness
you'll make the trip out there alone
into the endless cold unknown
where truth is false and hope forlorn
out of the dark on you will take it's toll.
you only know where you are going if you know where you've been.
you don't know where you've been.
credits
from A New Kind Of Stream,
released July 15, 2014
All music written, performed, and recorded by Timothyday.
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