No one knows what it's like...

Images get made
and placed inside your mind
With nothing but the on and on
To keep them forward moving through this time

Lost and caught up
In the daily happenings of your
Confessions and the obsessions
Of the green, the clean and the never seen

Foretold by ancient miners
And placards caked with iron
Mixed with the air that helps us breathe
And decays the rest of the things we dont need

Great hope
Comes from great need
And great need
Comes from everything

Great love
Comes from great need
and great need
Comes from everything

So its the best of blue eyes
That I will be dreaming of tonight
And its the places they hide
That I will never ever find