Never thought I'd lose my way, but the turns that I have taken
Have let me down a corridor that I don't recognize.
Every door is bolted tight and offers no submission
Slungged upon a concrete floor, clinging onto life.

I remember something once I might have heard
It was stolen from the cradle by a bird.

Everybody's looking for that long lost chord
Are we ever gonna find that lost last?

Took a pill to feel a form in spaces long abandoned
But some mysterious crimson song that promised to be true.
But who can tell from distant door with thirst so cruel and ardoned
To understand the symphony that's wrapped beyond our roots.

Like the memory of the wind among the trees
There's a fingerprint that's stained upon the keys.

Everybody's looking for that long lost chord
Are we ever gonna find that lost last?

I want the world to make some sense,
want the world to make some sense
I want the world to make some sense,
I want the world to make some sense.

There's a thorn that pricks and keeps me from my sleep
Like the lure of ship sunk, fathers in the deep.

Everybody's looking for that long lost chord
Are we ever gonna find that lost last?