Touchstones

"the struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill 
a man's heart."
(albert camus, 1913-1960)

Another mile on this old road another hour, another breath
The thousand deaths we die in life, rolling the boulder up 
the hill
The shifting sands of destiny, covering what we'd hoped to 
be

Out there must be something, out there must be someone
We'll attain the summit of our longing someday
Something must be out there, someone must be out there
But we don't believe in fairytales anymore

We find ourselves inside a room, at either end an unseen 
door
Between both doors a surging space
Inside this space we shiver with the void

Out there must be something, out there must be someone
We will reach the summit with our boulder someday
Something must be out there, someone must be out there
But we don't believe in ourselves anymore

We found nothing out there, no we found nothing out there
And we watched our boulder rolling back down again
We left nothing out there, we left nothing out there
Just a yellowed blueprint of what we longed to be

Out there must be something, out there must be someone
We'll attain the summit of our longing someday
Something must be out there, someone must be out there
But we don't believe in ourselves anymore

Old heart of mine, cold heart of mine

How long has it been since we have seen the sun?
We climbed a hill with toilsome steps, on our weary 
shoulders a weight
As the world got colder we found ourselves paralyzed and 
freezing from our fears
In every waking hour we hoped to find, in any kind of 
golden light
A sense of change
And so many words, so many faces, swept away in hurricanes 
from our sight
Our hands are writing unknowable signs into immortal sands 
it's only us, only us
One must imagine, imagine this man, one must imagine this 
man
Happy...