Zeitgeist Lyrics

Flung wide
The salutations
The deep curse
And the shutters close
A spring house in the making
A 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 am seeing
You'd thaw from the fines
There's place 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 of well
Of a stranger held
And this heart
A lonely hunter now

Lost on this road
Are there any real sundays to find?
Lost on this road
Are there any real souls?
Are there any real souls to find?
Are there any real souls to find?