Lyrics

[Intro]
[Verse]
The morning light is peeling back the skin of your routine
You stare into the hollow lens of a digital machine
The coffee in your cracked ceramic tastes like rusted nails
While you gather up the remnants of a thousand broken trails
You say you found a steady hand to hold the shifting weight
But you're sleeping on a pillow stuffed with documents of fate
[Verse]
The prophets on the corner are just trading in their coats
They're selling wooden paddles to the men in sinking boats
You bought a map from someone who has never left his room
And now you're wondering why the roses never learned to bloom
The clock upon the mantelpiece is ticking out of time
While you're busy trying to find a reason for the climb
[Chorus]
Ask yourself why the wind won't call your name
Ask yourself why the sparks refuse the flame
You can blame the heavy weather or the salt inside the well
But the clapper in the tower is the only thing to tell
Ask yourself why you're standing at the gate
With a key you carved from shadows and a heavy plate of hate
[Chorus]
Ask yourself why the road is getting wide
With no one left to witness what you're trying hard to hide
The mirror isn't lying it is just a piece of glass
Reflecting all the ghosts you told to let the seasons pass
Ask yourself why the water tastes of sand
In the middle of the river in the hollow of your hand
[Bridge]
They told you that the silence was a gift you had to earn
But they never mentioned all the bridges you would have to burn
The ledger is a tangle of the debts you can't repay
And the gold you gathered yesterday is turning into clay
There's a fever in the valley and a chill upon the hill
And the world is moving forward while you're standing frozen still
[Verse]
The postman brought a letter that was addressed to a ghost
You realized then the person that you're missing is the host
You built a house of iron just to keep the summer out
And now you're starving in the darkness of a self-inflicted drought
The shoes upon your feet have forgotten how to stray
From the narrow little gutters where you throw your life away
[Verse]
Go and look for mercy in the junkyard of the soul
Try to find a fragment that can make the broken whole
But the engine won't ignite and the wheels are spinning fast
In a frantic celebration of a future that has passed
Take the blindfold off the statue let the lady see the mess
Of a man who traded freedom for a velvet-lined distress
[Chorus]
Ask yourself why the wind won't call your name
Ask yourself why the sparks refuse the flame
You can blame the heavy weather or the salt inside the well
But the clapper in the tower is the only thing to tell
Ask yourself why you're standing at the gate
With a key you carved from shadows and a heavy plate of hate
[Chorus]
Ask yourself why the road is getting wide
With no one left to witness what you're trying hard to hide
The mirror isn't lying it is just a piece of glass
Reflecting all the ghosts you told to let the seasons pass
Ask yourself why the water tastes of sand
In the middle of the river in the hollow of your hand
[Outro]