I've traveled far to get a view
Of the atmosphere between me and you
The truth revolves - a faithful moon -
around everything I thought I knew.
I'm wearing all my mysteries.
I am afraid of what can grow in secret places
And I am bold enough to turn my corners inside out
I'm publishing my history
*I will make my nest high up - above this world of lies - I will try - I will try -
to rise above the trouble of my life -
And bring everything into the light*
I do not want your polished smile and all your answers -
I want your heart - each bloody part - each
raw disaster -
The truth is all that's left of me
There is a world which wears this world as a disguise Each and every body is a costume for a spirit
Will you or won't you be surprised - when you see the truth and that you were always near it?
Listen, it's so close that you can hear it. . .