So? Video (MV)

Things from the past can't help, but desecrate my ideas new
Decisions of tomorrow won't stop my thoughts from floating far and true
Crossing the sea of glass and mirrors wont bother me...

So I ask...
What is to come of this?
And where is this bliss
That People speak of?

Cause my will is in my hands and I won't let it go

Tumbling through the fields reminds me of my childhood
Working powers in place beyond my control are seeing me through and through
That which was long and forgotten now sings the news

People say I think too much, I don't know
My growing pains are beyond my scope of control
The cross I bear seems heavier than most
But when I look all around I know I must be the hope