Say it ain't so, the spring tides and the melting snow
Lost in the flow, the moment when you finally know
The rest is history, the ancient scripts
Searching for patterns where none exist
Light to our blindness, our souls unknown
Ever becoming
Our ideas are smarter than we are
Exploring our past, the ball kicked into the long grass
Don't let the moment pass, with reason we can break the fast
Wrestling with doubt, the paradox of choice
Slowly but surely we find our voice
With hope in our hearts, we can cross the Rubicon
Ever becoming
Our ideas are smarter than we are