On This I Stand Lyrics - Eyedea

On this I stand 

Two sets of footprints placed ahead of the dirt softened from tear drops 

And overlooking the earth as the son of the moon 

protected by a forcefield of pure thought.. On this I stand 

A rally of unemployed disgruntled words spawned from long journeys through somewhere 

somewhere that only causes me pain as I strain my soul crammin it with (light?) 

so I could bring some there. 

I bleed the blood of a cold stone that roams without a shadow 

I'm only deep enough to realize that I'm shallow 

My head I keep it up but its hard to keep it straight 

when you don't believe in love, 

and you just cant cope with hate 

Metal rust, leaves turn into dust, 

as the difference between love and lust clarifies as trust 

if you only had an hour to sum your whole life up 

would you spend that hour sayin that an hour ain't enough 

I've escaped the shell that bound me to cowardness 

now I'm faithful to the wind but compared to it I'm powerless 

the first step was made, and it was a fair accomplishment 

the pond was sittin still, so I threw a rock in it 

and as my reflection rippled it all became clear 

the seasons always change so there's no reason for fear 

we made an autobiography of our pivotal years 

its all I got and I'm giving it you because I care 

See, a lot of the time humans as artists exist in a self-projected state of falsehood 

were either too close to our image to stay objective in our perception, 

or too far away to be subjective in any matter 

this only widens the void in social conformity 

introduced to our souls at birth and so I write. 

I don't write without the intention of objectivity 

or attention on the image 

but only as an omni directional bridge 

between the several (floating, tunnel structured?) 

realities present in comprable space and time. 

see I don't write for the future, 

I write about the future, for the present 

I write with my past, about the future, for the present. 

On this I stand 

The oasis of a limbo adjacent to my generation, facing out the window 

waiting for some ventilation, patient while the wind blows 

graceful in its demonstration, overall innovation. 

On this I stand 

A fountain of youth sovereignty, (found in?) syllables more than a pound of flesh 

deep breath of achievement, a dream and a wake up call 

another haul of the quest. 

On this I stand 

Another loved civilization. 

On this I stand 

The purity of creation. 

On this I stand 

A paradigm for self. 

On this I stand 

I thank you for your help. 

On this I stand 

My first born child. 

On this I stand 

Something for now. 

On this I stand 

Life, love, death and hate. 

On this I stand 

An album, glad you could relate. Peace...