In our heart, in our minds
In our thoughts, intertwine
In our lies, in our hate
In our conscience, in our fate
Discharge the wounds that feed
Come around to make me feel
The Hyde once said that hurt was near
Truth be told I couldn't hear
There's a why, to our distance
The ways to sound to be
To my instincts, to my song
To lead...
To be told, to lie
To behold, the why
And all the while it just seems real
And all that's far, that is near.