Ride
Cathedral
4:48Fountain of youth, life-spirit flows Into a well of truths, of cold and dim repose I craved to be as high as the pillowy clouds To walk amongst the tall, who used to look back down and frown Here I stand by the wasteland Where our dreams began From these once golden fields Our curiosity ran I chased the sugar claw through temptation's door The bitterness I found, sweetness I taste no more From the playground to the slayground The sombre middle ground absorbs the emptiness Look back across the marble sea Of discovery A fountain of innocent Flows in juvenescence I'm resident in corridors of sentiment I face the wall, discovery terminal But there's no more false truths I wish to discover And I am physically unable to tread back down those corridors Here I stand by the wasteland Where our dreams began From these once golden fields Our curiosity ran