Bering Strait - Pages Lyrics
Yesterday's wars stack up like old papers on the floorPounding like old knocks upon my doorBreaking like the ocean, washing through my handsChanging this old mountain into sandYou know me by the stories I have madeYou know me by looking out through boxes and cagesAnd it's hard to clearly see what's right in ordinary lightDoes the truth filter down through the agesWe cannot see the end so here we must beginTell me, what will we write on these pages?Life's open road, showing only what it wants to showCallin' when it's time for us to goDriven by emotion, pushing from the pastRunnin' till our spirit's free at leastYou know me by the stories I have madeYou know me by looking out through boxes and cagesAnd it's hard to clearly see what's right in ordinary lightDoes the truth filter down through the agesWe cannot see the end so here we must beginTell me, what will we write on these pages?Down through history we race acrossBorders into empty space we writeA chapter of fable, a line, a traceAnother heart may followYou know me by the stories I have madeYou know me by looking out through boxes and cagesAnd it's hard to clearly see what's right in ordinary lightDoes the truth filter down through the agesWe cannot see the end so here we must beginTell me, what will we write on these pages?We cannot see the end, so here we must beginTell me, what will we write on these pages?
