Arizona The Second

False light in hope of change, inside out with subtle grey
Dullness replaces doubt. I'll still never know the truth

I want to wreck the routine between repetition and what really matters
I'm uncomfortable with tired traditions so let's ruin all our unfinished patterns
This seems different, even at times strange, but it's a shame that we all live our lives the exact same

Under the right light see tiny details that we choose not to learn from
I'm slowly drifting without progress. I'm empty as new becomes old now
Young men dream, raise the sails and just head for shore again
Dead man, can you repeat all of your last words?

Constantly history builds itself on hollow ground, and I can see the static settling over me