I find you in the morning... after dreams of distant signs
You pour yourself over me like the sun through the blinds
You lift me up and get me out
Keep me walking but never shout
Hold the secret close, I hear you say
You know the way it throws about
It takes you in and spits you out
It spits you out when you desire
to conquer it, to feel higher
To follow it you must be clean,
with mistakes that you do mean
Move the heart, switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place
On and on it goes, calling like a distant wind
Through the zero hour we'll walk...
We'll cut the thick and break the thin
No sound to break, no moment clear
when all the doubts are crystal clear
Crashing hard into the secret wind
You know the way it twists and turns
Changing colour, spinning yarns
You know the way it leaves you dry
It cuts you up, it takes you high
You know the way it's painted gold
Is it honey? Is it cold?
You know the way it throws about
It takes you in and spits you out
Cuts you up
Cuts you up
Cuts you up
You know the way it throws about
It takes you in and spits you out
It spits you out when you desire
to conquer it, to feel higher
To follow it you must be clean,
with mistakes that you do mean
Move the heart, switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place
Cuts you up
Cuts you up
It's okay... it goes this way
The line it twists, it twists away
Cuts you up, and spits you out
Keeps you walking, but never shout
You pour yourself over me like the sun through the blinds
You lift me up and get me out
Keep me walking but never shout
Hold the secret close, I hear you say
You know the way it throws about
It takes you in and spits you out
It spits you out when you desire
to conquer it, to feel higher
To follow it you must be clean,
with mistakes that you do mean
Move the heart, switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place
On and on it goes, calling like a distant wind
Through the zero hour we'll walk...
We'll cut the thick and break the thin
No sound to break, no moment clear
when all the doubts are crystal clear
Crashing hard into the secret wind
You know the way it twists and turns
Changing colour, spinning yarns
You know the way it leaves you dry
It cuts you up, it takes you high
You know the way it's painted gold
Is it honey? Is it cold?
You know the way it throws about
It takes you in and spits you out
Cuts you up
Cuts you up
Cuts you up
You know the way it throws about
It takes you in and spits you out
It spits you out when you desire
to conquer it, to feel higher
To follow it you must be clean,
with mistakes that you do mean
Move the heart, switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place
Cuts you up
Cuts you up
It's okay... it goes this way
The line it twists, it twists away
Cuts you up, and spits you out
Keeps you walking, but never shout