Lyrics:

AndersonSquireHoweWhiteSherwoodKhoroshevI speak from some sort of protection of learningEven tho' I make it up as I
go onA special trait is that I've triedTo reach all feelingsSo I speak a new language of loveSome say that it is written i
n the circleOthers that it is written in the sunBut I protect myself by seeing this experienceAs a metaphor for moving onS
ometimes I check myselfTo start to believe inThe horoscopes you read everydayThey're telling me somethingsI really ought to
knowBut then again I like toThen again I learn toThen again I'm running awayVision is coming so fast I can't stop myself
Vision forgets who is realOn the city streets, people get lostJust waiting for historyPushing the real world away
Taking a chance only once in your lifeOnly weakness can stop you from hearingNew languagesTranslate each wordAs they b
ring you creationYour voice is the perfect keyIs there something thatI'm supposed to seeIs there something that I'mSupp
osed to feelI'm with youAnd I can't help but want to know(Talk to me)Is there something that I'm supposed to teach(Speak
to me)Is there something that I'm supposed to findAs I reach to the healing in each spoken wordFor some strange reason time
just cannot wait a minuteI'm chasing every second before I let goYesterday my historyDreams are still a mysteryThis living
is a gift I should know Lay it down and let me live the new languageLet me learn at every twist every turnLay i
t down and let me love the further futu