The honesty of lonesomeness This glow of green gleams in my head No pictures framed, no memories Can bring me to the state I once had lived They’re just second hand thoughts now I get a shiver in my bones When I think of this as home A static voice inside my mind Tells me up ‘til now I’ve been wasting time A lapse of faith in absolutes The farewell search for concrete truth My trembling steps toward rising suns The ocean breeze is now my Rubicon The die is cast, now onward I go I get a shiver in my bones When I think of this as home A static voice inside my mind Tells me up ‘til now I’ve been wasting time