So I find myself and what I became
Having nowhere else to lay the blame
The darker side of me in my discovery
The shadow and the frame are indeed the same.
Does the taste for truth disappear with youth?
Are my efforts all but wasted fruit?
The promise of my prime fading on the vine
But falling days indeed the seeds of time.
And so elusive this life we live
Incomprehensible but beautiful.
--- Instrumental ---
The promise of my prime fading on the vine
But falling days indeed the seeds of time
So I find myself and what I became
Having nowhere else to lay the blame.
The shadow and the frame perfectly remain
The shadow and the frame are indeed the same...
