Zeitgeist

Original Lyrics

Flung wide

The salutations

The deep curse

And the shutters close

A spring house

In the making

On good earth

Of my many’d souls 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?

Unbound

On the rising

The pell mell

Of the miser kings

As you saw what I’m seeing

Oh you’d thaw from the fires

There’s pace in your gait

And wake in your straights

I ache from the center out

Lost on this road are there any real Sundays to find?

Lost on this road are there any real souls?

Don’t hear what I hear

Don’t see what I see

Don’t leave what I must leave behind

Lost on this road are there any real Sundays to find?

This stop

I am hunger

The deep well

Of a stranger held

And 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 souls?

Are there any real souls to find?

Are there any real souls to find?