And the days they speak to me With all their history The little ways and passing phases Oh so consistently As the gazes reach for me With that intensity Through this maze of misled praise The words get into me
Staring at faces of our times To reconcile There's always patience wating For a place in our minds And in that autumn you'll find Every orphan will loose their need to pine Reassure them The world before them Staring at faces
Change
'Cause words alone Will soon dissolve And leave us with a face We can't console In the zone Consious of tones We can't resolve