Текст: Blue Foundation. Sweep Of Days. Ricochet.

Yesterday my troubles seemed so far away
And now there?s nothing left to do but watch the choices slip away
And all the voices ricochet ? our conversation disappears
In recrimination ? voices ricochet ? they?re just
Words in the distance, like birds inside my head, and
The water runs red ? you?re a
Stone on the windscreen, you shatter the world ahead

Voices ricochet ? you can picture a big ?thirteen?, try to extinguish me
Relinquish me from the damage
It?s only mortality?
It?s the echoes of carnage
Now the view is all tarnished ? the rest is just wreckage
The sky?s a varnish, furnished with thoughts of flight
And the pain still visible in light and sound and sight

Dismiss the sky ? voices ricochet

Grip is precarious
There?s various ways the path of truth can bury us
Too many variables, too much chit-chat
Too much of this and that
Too much zig-zag, yin yang, yak yak

I?m all right, Jack, pull up the plank, I?m aboard
Fall on your sword ? a humming repetitive
Feels like a sedative, nerves are the last to decay
Don?t worry, it?ll fade away

Voices ricochet ? our conversation disappears
In recrimination ? voices ricochet ? they?re just
Words in the distance, like birds inside my head

And all the manacles that bind, the pinnacles you climb
To the background of a cynical ?who? and ?what? and ?why?
And ?why not?? ?Scuse me while I dismiss the sky

Voices ricochet ? dismiss the sky