Got myself so tightly wound I couldn't breathe,
I could feel the fire burning underneath.

I wanted to get lost, and love the questions there,
Beauty, and the truth I could breathe like air,
Then I finally found the signposts in a strange land.

Logic dances you from here to there, not very far,
Making sense can't tell where you are.

I wanted to get lost, and love the questions there,
Beauty, and the truth I could breathe like air,
When I finally found the signposts in a strange land,
The signposts in a strange land.