Channel

I changed your mind half a dozen times but it doesn't even matter I changed your mind half a dozen times but it doesn't even matter There's a hint and a sign somewhere in a line but you turn the paper over There are things I can't find In all our minds heaven's close, and the world it just dies I am chained here too We sit in different rooms Wait for something new Are you waiting too? I hear a distant cry, it's followed me outside and I feel it's inching closer Like a channel from a light I can see the end smile And the pain starts from...