Sleeping At Last - Pacific скачать mp3

If I could rearrange my words, I'd say what I mean. If I could learn to count the cards, I'd risk everything. Imagine how brave I'd be If I knew I'd be safe. If I could only know the end, I'd be a prodigy of faith. If I had a treasure map, oh the answers I'd find. I'd dust off the artifacts 'til I made 'em all shine. Everything I know is borrowed, broken or blind, And what I've seen of beautiful feels merely implied. Is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine? I guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design. How I ache to know. God knows that I know we're little boats in the great big sea. Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze. Every compass I have followed I've trusted and denied. So it goes with an ever-changing definition of right. Is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine? I guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design. If ignorance is bliss, then I guess I'm in heaven. But this hesitant kiss sends me back to the grasp of the sea. Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze.