Danger
I’ve been told to expect it
I begin my descent
Down the cold granite steps
And who could have turned among those I confide in?
I think that I know what I haven’t known yet
‘Cause a week is a month
And an hour a day
When your reaching just pushes it further away
With your past and your future precisely divided
Am I at that moment? I haven’t decided
And stretching out into the sea… Aquitana
Is that what the prophet told me he saw?
You gave it to me but I really don’t want it
I came out on top by the luck of the draw
‘Cause a week is a month and an hour a day
When your reaching just pushes it further away
And what’s the return on the faith I’ve provided?
I think that I know now but I haven’t decided