The loss of happy memories
A red snake, nameless, in the trees
Shoots across your consciousness
Now you're afraid to sneeze
Dusk, like an iron mask
Falls over your daydreams
Try to run, but there's no more fun
To be found in bars or beliefs
Still, so still, still as the dust
Disappearing in the wine-stained rug
That is a high that escaped you
Tonight it looks like buried blood
It's coming undone
The reality you accepted
Our first impressions are rarely right
Can't even say "all is deception"
Yet in the Labyrinth
There is one way or another
Every thought you once tried
To tie to your father or your mother
Still, so still, still as the dust
Disappearing in the wine-stained rug
That is a high that escaped you
Tonight it looks like buried blood
Now nothing's leading
To a logical end or to any source
Easier to just pretend
You're on the right course
You're on the right course
You're on the right course
Little lamb
But if you stray
This much is certain
He'll draw you back to Himself
Someday
Still, so still, still as the dust
Disappearing in the blood-stained rug
That is a d**h that escaped you
Tonight, drink to new love
Drink to new love