Echolyn - Audio Verite lyrics

(Lyrics by Ray Weston) Could you point me to the nearest trend? I'm lost with no clue I could change direction to stay with the current All depends on the flow I could stand in the middle and never have to worry If I don't have to make the choice What if I said it first? Then you'd compare them all to me And I'd stand like no one else You think too much Relax You'll understand It's hard to make them come to life They all look good on paper I'm nothing if I can't be curious So I question everything If I gave you direction to point you on your way You won't find what I've found Promise me that you'll be there In sickness and in health Promise me that you'll be there For richer or for poorer Spoon fed hold your hand Nose ring blind on blind To have the chance is all I ask To be part of the whole If I stood on your shoulder And whispered in your ear Truth is you still won't hear Promise me that you'll be there In sickness and in health Promise me that you'll be there For richer or for poorer