Zeitgeist Lyrics

flung wide, the salutations
the deep curse and the shutters closed
a spring house, in the making
on good earth, of my many songs in my soul
and fears i don't know
i hear there's a march, we should go
lost on this road
are there any real sundays to find

a moon, on the rising
the pale mill of the miser kings
as you sung, what im seeing
oh you thought, from the fires
there's pace in your gaze
and wake in your straids
i ache from the centre out
lost on this road
are there any real sundays to find
lost on this road
are there any real songs

don't hear, what i hear
don't see, what i see
don't leave what i must leave behind
i'm lost on this road
are there any real sundays to find

this star, i am hunger
the deep will, of a stranger held
this heart, a lonely hunter now

i'm lost on this road
are there any real sundays to find
i'm lost on this road
are there any real songs
are there any real songs, to find
are there any real songs, to find