Mist Behind My Mad       (Callard/Townsend)

 

We’re on a journey - a bus with no wheels, life with no spine
To make it worth it, compass it spins, due north is fine
I need a rest now, one test now, to calm down my mind

 

And this is what it means when decades shatter dreams
The compass breaks, the pointer shakes and messes with my mind
Is this all that we had? The mist behind my mad... 

 

I painted pictures - this portrait of life, this landscape of ours
In contradiction you sculpted your path with diamonds as flowers

 

So this is how it goes when years uncover foes
The compass breaks all life's mistakes, and messes with my mind
Is this all that we had? The mist behind my mad... 

 

And now they've come for us
Take all revenge for us
One last time...

 

We still can hear it - this bus with no wheels, this life with no time
See how you fear it: you fight on the fringe, your south misaligned!
 
So this is how it sounds when days turn into hours
The compass breaks, the needle quakes, and messes with my mind
Is this all that we had? The mist behind my mad...
Mad... Mad