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