Pacific Blues

[Verse 1] If I could rearrange my words I'd say what I mean If I could learn to count the cards I'd risk everything Imagine how brave I'd be If I knew I was safe If I could only know the end I'd be a prodigy of faith [Chorus 1] If I had a treasure map, oh the answers I'd find I'd dust off the artifacts 'til I made 'em all shine [Verse 2] Everything I know is borrowed Broken or blind And what I've seen of beautiful Feels merely implied Is it the treatment of symptoms Or a touch of divine? I guess the truth is that the truth is Of complex design [Pre-Chorus] How I ache to know [Chorus 2] God knows that i know we're little boats in the great big sea Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze [Verse 3] Every compass I have followed I've trusted and denied So it goes with an ever-changing Definition of right It's the treatment of symptoms And a touch of divine I guess the truth is that the truth is Of complex design [Chorus 3] If ignorance is bliss, then I guess I'm in heaven But this hesitant kiss sends me back to the grasp of the sea [Outro] Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze