Lyrics

Floating on distant constellations
Footsteps have no measure
Truth is not a choice
Lost in hype's anticipation
Grant me once more the pleasure of hearing your sweet voice

If I lie 'bout my true occupation,
Forgive me this vanity for I know
If I fall from your world's rotation,
You may pass my way again before I go
Baby, I'm just tying up loose ends

Challenged by countless imitations
Visions of a treasure blown by ocean breeze
Torn through warring factions
Hardened by the pressure
No safety valve release

If I lie 'bout my true occupation
Forgive me this vanity for I know
If I fall from your world's rotation
You may pass this way again before I go
Baby, I'm just tying up loose ends

A chance for some redemption
A word I shout in vain
A lonely conversation
It's too easy placing blame
So I just tie up loose ends

Hidden in silent congregation
A compliant soldier bound by chains of trust
Driven by a painter's passion
Lying free in colors on the bedroom floor

If I lie 'bout my true occupation
Forgive me this vanity for I know
If I fall from your world's rotation
We may pass this way again before we go
Baby, I'm just tying up loose ends