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Running fingers along finding solid and smooth
Still we're hoping for notches so what does that prove
Wisdom wasted on fools who would not lend an ear
And defer to the sermons that justify all they hold dear
We've been moving for days and I still don't know why
Shadows circle my silhouette cut from the sky
Through the leaves on the trees I can't make out the birds
They go round and around and we know what we can't say in words
And strange as it seems it has meaning to me
We fell back to the lodge and proceeded to drown
In the logic and reason that held us till now
Running fingers expecting all solid and smooth
But we roll with the toll of the notches and all that they prove
And strange as it seems it has meaning to me