Lewis

who will put my feet back on the ground, when there is none to be found, at all? but you only speak a word, and the void gives birth. its all lost, meaningless. make a path, only to lose your way. and youre always wanting more, a stranger to the shore. you keep a watchful eye on the horizon. who will gather remnants of a man, cast broad like seeds from a hand? but you measure everything, you fill the spaces in between. its all lost, meaningless. make a path, only to lose your way. crave, crawl, grab at ghosts on the wall. and youre always wanting more, a stranger to the shore. you keep a watchful eye on the horizon. crave, crawl, grab at ghosts on the wall
[ Feet On The Ground Lyrics ]