The Walk (Part I)

Here's the map of the land Pour it through your old hand Give me more sand, more sand Help is here within the snake Home is here while you're awake The end is near it's dancing in the sand and then you'll be mosaic Help is near we made a plan Move your feet through no man's land If I know there'll be no back home to be had In the bitterness of truth Where the curve of the horizon Feels like walking through a masterpiece Of evening blue in unread books And I fall but I can get up Which right do I have to believe you Leave the wreck in the sun It's on your head Into beyond In the bitterness of you And the bird is so golden Feel like walking through a starry night The sky is bright and burning And I fell but I still manage Which right do I have to deceive you Leave the wreck in the sun It's on your head Into beyond...