Moving in and out of the shadows
Its no easier mission
Holding onto how I picture you

Showing only bits and pieces
Till the tide betrays you and your empty elocution

Searching your eyes for a hint or a trace of humility
Searching your eyes for the saint is an act of futility
Searching your eyes for a hint or a trace of it
searching your eyes for humility
searching your eyes for a hint or a trace
I'm still searching searching...

Showing all the missing pieces
Till the light betrays you and your empty elocution
Saw the Piper by and down the river
Caught his crippled alchemy
From pounding waves of adoration

Pied Piper float on down the river
Bloated carcass crippled me
The weight of adoration

Moving in and out of the shadows
Its no easy mission
Holding on to how I picture you.