THE TOUCHSTONE
When the wide world roars and the thunder strikes, they slay me with the sound.
I've lost safe passage, safe voyage, now I'm almost gone...
I pull up the deep roots of my heart, and set off – on the freedom that comes with light. My lady I will tear at the dark clouds for cover, to hold me down...
Following the candle, you set before my fading eyes, I look for the touchstone...
Following the candle, you set before my fading eyes, I drown...
When the wide world roars and the thunder strikes me, to the other side of life. My lady I will tear at the dark clouds for cover, they laugh me into a sweet forbidden peace.
The standards that we all bear, shall burn upon the ground, we will travel.
They fall back and they cast me, so deep, into the sharp of dreams undone.
Following the candle, you set before my fading eyes, I look for the touchstone...
Following the candle, you set before my fading eyes, I drown...
Don't you remember all the little things?
Don't you remember all the bitter things?
Don't you remember how we tried... How we tried...?
Following the candle, you set before my fading eyes, I look for the touchstone...
Following the candle, you set before my fading eyes, I drown...
