I walk like you guide me,
My eyes are shut like I'm blind.
Turn to you and listening
And trying to be in your mind.
There's a feeling that I get when I look to the west:
Having all the answers,
Still failing the test.
Wolf packs and convoys and captains and men,
Surprised in translation.
World without end.
Welcome back to real life!
The picture is gone.
Put a contract out on things that go on and on.
How do you stay where you most want to be?
Where'd you get the patience?
Did it come easily?
On whose authority?
I have none over me.
On whose authority?
There's none that I can see.
On whose authority?
No one speaks to me.
On whose authority?
I have none over me.
All the tales and paper heroes
Are the ones who dyed the sun and called it yellow.
The ones who'd make you run.
On whose authority?
I have none over me.
On whose authority?
There's none that I can see.
On whose authority?
I have none over me.
On whose authority?
Nothing speaks to me.
On whose authority?
I have none over me.
