I can't rise unless I'm already shining.
Is it OK if I bite the hand that doesn't feed
me?
Your life is over? Oh thank God. For a moment I thought
you said your life is sober.
The things that
we're concealing
Will never let us grow
Time will do its healing
You've got to let it go
Will never let us grow
Time will do its healing
You've got to let it go
Closed for my
protection
Open to your scorn
Between these two directions
My heart is sometimes torn.
Rush-Open Secrets
Open to your scorn
Between these two directions
My heart is sometimes torn.
Rush-Open Secrets
For
so many different directions
Our separate paths might have turned
With every door that we opened
Every bridge that we burned
Our separate paths might have turned
With every door that we opened
Every bridge that we burned
Somehow we find each
other
Through all that masquerade
Somehow we found each other
Somehow we have stayed
In a state of grace
Through all that masquerade
Somehow we found each other
Somehow we have stayed
In a state of grace
I
don't believe in destiny
Or the guiding hand of fate
I don't believe in forever
Or love as a mystical state
Or the guiding hand of fate
I don't believe in forever
Or love as a mystical state
I
don't believe in the stars or the planets
Or angels watching from above
But I believe there's a ghost of a chance
We can find someone to love
And make it last
Rush-Ghost Of A Chance
Or angels watching from above
But I believe there's a ghost of a chance
We can find someone to love
And make it last
Rush-Ghost Of A Chance
On the other hand, getting found in the shuffle isn't
necessarily all that hot either.
In hindsight, the absence of oversight was an oversight that
revealed a lack of foresight as well as a need for greater insight
into the dangers of shortsightedness.
Don't tell me the way, I can find it myself. (But
please tell me the way to the way.)
As the French would say, 'Les Français ne
diraient jamais 'Comme diraient les
Français.''
We
sometimes catch a window
A glimpse of what's beyond
Was it just imagination
Stringing us along?
More things than are dreamed about
Unseen and unexplained
We suspend our disbelief
We are entertained
A glimpse of what's beyond
Was it just imagination
Stringing us along?
More things than are dreamed about
Unseen and unexplained
We suspend our disbelief
We are entertained
Mystic rhythms capture my
thoughts
Carry them away
Nature seems to spin
A supernatural way
Mystic rhythms under city lights
Or a canopy of stars
We feel the powers
And we wonder what they are.
Carry them away
Nature seems to spin
A supernatural way
Mystic rhythms under city lights
Or a canopy of stars
We feel the powers
And we wonder what they are.
