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(IN THE WORKINGS OF) THE IDLE MIND
(IN THE WORKINGS OF) THE IDLE MIND
(T. Beechey)
Drifting upon waves of sorrow which seldom follow a chosen path
In the aftermath of foretelling the quelling of unbridled wrath
As we stumble toward what resembles memories of what couldn't be
We see reflections of the echoes of those beyond both you and me
Reaching back into the future
Never sure of what I'll find
Ever mindful of what lurks
In the workings of the idle mind
You're never certain of the boundaries, no one's ever found the line
Between the sign and the symbol, we either dwindle or refine
Still, we hope of finding glory in stories that no pen could write
As the night unfolds around us, we must now look beyond our sight
Reaching back into the future
I must endure as time unwinds
Can't look behind the sudden quirks
Of the workings of the idle mind
Time awaits a certain setting, regrets now seem commonplace
In the face of what's transpired,the fires ebb beyond a trace
Through the shadows comes a glimmer, the limits seem to disappear
And ever nearer lies the answer so we advance into the fear
Reaching back into the future
Fate obscures the light which shined
Through the blinding, binding jerks
By the workings of the idle mind
And what remains is the reason that frees us from the circumstance
But where's the chance we've awaited? Has it faded without a passing glance?
Have we now become forbidden? We're no longer hidden from what's real
As we kneel upon the altar which calls for secrets to reveal
Reaching back into the future
There's no cure for those maligned
While intertwined within the perks
From the workings of the idle mind
