Fountainhead

All I know is I know nothing at all Maybe I don't even know that I've got more out of semaphore Than twenty years of books and maps I'm sick of the disconnect between the thoughts I think And the world that informs them Tied up in knots! Looks like the well's dried up And I'm at the bottom In darkened rooms I choke as I breed old words with brand new faces When will this fountainhead drown me out? In darkened rooms I choke as I breed old words with brand new faces When will this fountainhead drown me out? A little learning is a dangerous thing Too much a sceptic to deny possibilities Split-tongue double-speak belies The drop in the river that dies for happiness I'm sick of the disconnect between the thoughts I think And the world that aborts them Tied up in knots! Looks like the well's a flood And I'm at the bottom In darkened rooms I choke as I breed old words with brand new faces When will this fountainhead drown me out? In darkened rooms I choke as I breed old words with brand new faces When will this fountainhead drown me out? We wash down our truths like gold Until there's nothing left to hold But these shallow draughts intoxicate the brain So I'll drink until I'm sober again A Tree Grew Through Me Tore me from the stone You can only fear What you think you know A Tree Grew Through Me Tore me from the stone You can only fear What you think you know