Zeitgeist

Flung wide

The salutations

the deep curse

And the shutters close

A spring house in the making

On good earth of momented souls in my soul

And fears I don’t know

I hear there is a march we should go

Lost on this road are there any real Sundays to find

Unbound on the rising

The pell mell the of miser kings

As you saw what I'm seeing

Oh you'd thaw from the fires

There pace in your game

And wake in your straights

I ache from the center out

Lost on this road are there any real Sundays to find?

Lost on this road are there any real souls

Don’t hear what I hear

Don’t see what I see

Don’t leave what I must leave behind

Lost on this road are there any real Sundays to find?

This stop I am hunger

The deep well of a stranger held

And this heart of a lonely hunter now

I'm lost on this road

Are there any real Sundays to find

I'm lost on this road

Are there any real souls?

Are there any real souls to find?

Are there any real souls to find?