Feet On The Ground

Who will put my feet back on the ground
When there is none to be found, at all?
But you only speak a word
And the void gives birth.

It's all lost
Meaningless
Make a path
Only to lose
Only to lose your way.

And you're always wanting more
A stranger to the shore
You keep a watchful eye on the horizon.

Who will gather remnants of a man
Cast broad like seeds from a hand?
But you measure everything
You fill the spaces in between.

It's all lost
Meaningless
Make a path
Only to lose
Only to lose your way.

Crave, crawl
Grab at ghosts
On the wall.

And you're always wanting more
A stranger to the shore
You keep a watchful eye on the horizon.

Crave, crawl
Grab at ghosts
On the wall.