Fairyport Songtext

von Wigwam

Gustavson

Feeling the sag of mind, feeling
The conscious ignorance, knowing.
What. How. Tell me how.
What is there to do. Even so.
Hands won't hold if I
Trust them with my weight. So.
Then again, my feet are not close enough to my heart. I am.

Sorrowful man.
But it's not often I'm able to cry.
Should I forget about that Mountain of Rejoycing or be
Glad that there are eyelids to be watched, from time to time.

Don't know. Truly, I don't understand.
Can't feel sure that God will even hear a cry.

Could our partings be running too deep.
Even for the merging dreams.
Feel like it's all too much to bear.
Where's the chance for smiles to happen;
Unable. Don't even know
What to hope and pray for.
The final tangled junction of all dead ends . Of pain;

Truth revealed.
Mine. Finders seekers. Strength.
Should I consider somebody
Who's just not to be right for the feelings.

I Don't know. Truly, I don't understand.
Can't feel sure that God will even hear a cry.

Who will bring comfort. Who will stay,
Near; who will bear my touch.
No friend, no love; nowbody
To understand: All in-vain thoughts
Trying their best to satisfy
The mind. But the vanity
You take only when you're very weak... Very:

Finished as they are,
Feel I'm not weak; yet.
Not yet. Or then, my weakness.
May just pass unnoticed through my weakness.

Don't know. Truly I don't understand.
Can't feel sure that God will even hear the cries.