Hot Cross

Give me back one last chance to drink from the sky.
Im sick of chasing echoes and fighting a lost cause just to let words fly.
Once there was so much left to what was real
but these days Ill never bet my hand on the first thing you feel.
Eight generations passed on one last curse
one last chance to shake free one million nights passed
losing sense once so easy to see.
Fell short of real.
Stuck in a world, with no ins or outs.
"Ive left to many lives behind," she cries.
Stronger words for a fading will
when a new language only serves to cut even deeper still,
and pennies for your thoughts are simply wasted on chance,
and we are twisting through years without looking ahead.
[ A Tale For The Ages Lyrics ]