Mirrors shape what's sown
A cage that's made of bone
Thoughts that terrorize
A dream that always dies
And it's such a shame
I'd find so many things to blame
When life is governed by your woes
You serve a feast for crows
Oh, yesterday's a-callin'
But hear me babe, oh I got a lot on the line, yeah
Why don't you step back
Thoughts had in excess, yeah
Step back from this frame
Sometimes these lenses, a-no-no
They make you forget that you are
It make you forget
That you are alive
The son said, "Mother, I can't understand"
"Why'd we sail to wicked lands"
Don't let all that you've been told
Efface the glitter from gold
'Cause winds are blowing my-my way
What kind of words could I say
Why don't you let that garden grow
I'd sure like to know