clarion

all the notebooks in the world can never hold the lives i hold, but i've gotta make them real, it's like covering a bird in solid steel, all of these thoughts that i conceal, through silence, all the hearts in this red world can never hold the love i hold, but i'm throwing it away, it's like swimming in oceans made of clay, swimming in circles 'round the bay, so blindly, well feed me out to the lions, my heart's a liar, feed me out to the lions, well i make excuses pass the buck, i play the crowd but it's down to me not luck, when the lights are on, the dreaming clouds they're living in, they try to hide their master fear, but their tears they catch on fire, and as they drop they dance with my desire, don't think a plane could get much higher, higher than i do, just on imagination, just on hope, just on the thought that you will someday have a face, give me a beat and real sound, maybe some feet on this cold ground, to find you, well feed me out to the lions, if i say this one more time, feed me out to the lions, i beg, i hope, i wish, i pray, but that's not gonna send me on my way, when the lights come on