Текст песни Toward New Seas - Phill

Reflect on this for a second
Let me take my time to collect
Accepting bits of my wreckage
While mending all of the cracks
Carry loads on a trip
Automatic sink, holes in the ship
Below it gets in, frozen and still
All I wanna do is blow with the wind
But theres a cut on my jib
Scarred so far its hard to patch
I can see shards all in my mast
And still try to hide
What's the point of pride if I deny
Walking the plank in my own eyes

Ripples like tidal waves the only identity
I can see shapes what use to be
Like a mountain peak or a valley deep
Changing when it beats continually
Like culture for you and me
Ulcers on your feet
Affects how well you walk
How you see yourself among the stars
Looking for a place to be
Searching for the perfect beat
Shells of a baron sea
Telling their hypothesis
Plato on Socrates
Hated democracy
Education or a birthright
System ate him like a termite

Pressure and contrast
Threshold of forecast
Crossroad til storm pass
Green pastures at last
But seperate from my half
And missing what I had
No telling me nothing
I know I can go back
Never try to bypass
Gotta trust the process
Waiting for a torch pass
Carry yours like a thermos
And you've work this
Earnest
Learned and have purpose
Turn up the furnace heat the coals

Holding in will scold
Useful I know
Must prepare the mold
Sift the shoar but not for gold
Rid the garbage and dispose
Sand is all you need
The crushed rock that got beat
Pick up this surface it can change
Melt it fane the flame
This kitchen not a game
Bare witness on my name
I promise clear as window pane
Worth all the gains
Look its not the same
This glass reflects you now reclaimed