The Healer in the Hope & Anchor (Mad Jack)

listen...

one two three four
on the surface
he seems sensible
but deep inside
the reasoning
is fading.
like a wall
that weakens
under the strength
of many seasons.
you can see the
lies
of the other side
for every passing
day is it any wonder
that I never close my eyes
thinking about you.

I rear up in
my madness
like snorting horses
revealing naked
foals on the
uneven ground.
Is it any wonder
I am always
thinking of you.
no matter where you
are

I can trace you by the stars
tonight

The moon is out(surrender to the tears)
The moon is out(there goes the light)
The moon is out(the shadows will come to swallow us soon)
The moon is out(not the only one counting clocks)
Is it any explanation
to say I've lost my mind?
No idea where to find
it; gone someplace
I can't get.

Is it any wonder
I never seem to close my eyes?
Is it?
Is it?
Waiting for the spirits
to come and steal the
thunder,
blunder into some
different state of
mind, all the laces
will finally
be undone.
all the traces will be
wiped away
by the sun