Novus Spero - Cloudwatching Lyrics

The only art is naïve
Unbound by knowledge and technique
Cynical eyes and wooden skin
Symptoms of the traumas time inflicts
Cemeteries of ambitions
Summer fields of young romances
Languishing in lurid sunlight
A fallow promised land
All the things I thought I'd figured out
Are still mysteries
Shapes in the clouds
Giving way to uncertainty
On a road trip with a friend
The parallax of the ocean behind the trees
Life fecund with possibilities
But the highway always ends
Strands us in a town exactly like the one we left
The same malaise and debt
Our imaginations dim
Smothered but latent
Gasping for oxygen
Because the answers we have settled for
Don't lead anywhere
We're laid in our graves
Hollowed out and self-estranged
All the things I thought I'd figured out
Are still mysteries
Shapes in the clouds
Giving way to uncertainty