Alexisonfire

All blossoms die in the light of our new culture
Find your belief in that which cannot be discovered
Countless lessons lie in every fever dream
A million voices asking, what does it all mean?
I've lost all direction
I've lost all my direction
And now I wish, that I would have believed
Could have believed
Escape, escape
Nature's indifferent hand
Retreat, retreat
To the bliss of our creation
We were born and raised
To live beyond
The heft and weight of a world undone
Like a bird from the north
Our hearts will roam in search of warmth
Two hands come together to pray for greater yields
Two poles of a compass guided by a field
In the mind of every man, two ghosts dance
Was this place made, or was it here by chance?
I've lost all direction
I've lost all my direction
And now I wish, that I would have believed