1. Reincarnation [5:50]
2. Jethro Fran (instrumental) [3:47]
3. Restless Angel [11:46]
4. Fair to Say [6:21]
5. As of Yesterday [3:43]
6. 222 (instrumental) [5:52]
7. Moondog (instrumental) [7:00]
8. Waiting to Believe [7:47]

Reincarnation


Would you believe in reincarnation if I told you I was alive?
After all, after what we've both been through it's a wonder that someone survived
Clinically cynical, growing invisible, stuck in the middle of death and decay,
hey, it's time to break away!

Listen, my friend,
here in the end of this long lonely day
broken hearts mend
even when love tries to throw them away
souls insecure
still we endure, from these ashes we rise
for one more try

Would you believe in evolution if you knew the ways I had changed?
Monkeys that talk and a fish that can walk next to me, currently, don't seem strange
weathering leathery twists of fate, day after day getting jaded from waiting in vain
and then one day "someday" came

Listen, my friend,
here in the end of this long lonely day
broken wings mend
even when skies try to throw them away
souls insecure
still we endure, from these ashes we rise
for one more try

Would you believe in divine intervention if you knew that I made it through?
Backed in the corner with no place to run, climbing higher was all I could do
When suddenly I could see opening over me, thunderclouds part and give way to sunshine
as the stars, and the planets and the forces of nature aligned - woo hoo!

Listen, my friend,
here in the end of this long lonely day
broken dreams mend
even when life tries to throw you away
souls insecure
still we endure, from these ashes we rise
for one more
for one more
for one more try

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Restless Angel


All of life is in bloom now                why aren't you there?
stuck in your tiny room now                two blank eyes at the top of your stares

Draw the curtain, unwind, deserted and sinking, withering in your shell
Still seclusion and disillusionment growing used to your private cell
the angell fell

Restless angel, you call me                only to lay me back down
dream, evaporate quietly                   while we silently drown

Spark some fire back in your eye where I once got lost in my mystic muse
spirit stunned into sad submission, oh, what's society done to you?
we ship of fools

All our world is imploding                 why aren't you here?
the circle has started eroding             a syndicate, sad and severe

Modern minstrels just rave like infants and in their poetry there's no poise
Raise that beautiful voice to singing, my ears are ringing from pointless noise... rise up, my angel

Everything seems so much harsher now       granular filter / metallic grey
sharp focus, bleak landscape               cold without warmth you gave
save us from this desolate cliché

Restless angel, remember                   what it was like to be young
unlock that door and escape, dear          be what you're meant to become

Hold that dream of a soul's transmission, we're finally listening for your cue
Hearts have come out of hibernation, the world is waking and waits for you
broken angel, break through!

All of life is in bloom now                why aren't you here?

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Fair to Say


Where are you now? Seems you're swallowed by the sorrow
lost in a frown - this is not how we'd imagined "tomorrow"
Where have you gone endless summer days? This cold wind creeps on
did I waste you all away?
Well, I guess that's only fair to say.

Oh, reckless youth - thought I'd never have to vary
But that took a toll on you and it left me with a debt to carry
old friend foregone in the damage from delay
a cold breeze creeps on - did I waste you all away?
Well, I guess that's only fair to say.

Now, where do we fall if not in each others' gazes
so here we'll hang on to find out how much hurt a little time erases
cold winter's claws someday might give way, 'til then we're stalled in these aching arctic days
and if waiting for thaw is the price I have to pay
Well, I guess that's only fair to say.

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As of Yesterday


Don't ask me for a cigarette, and don't ask me for a light
don't ask me if I think it's okay 'cause I don't have that kind of insight
don't ask me about feelings, and don't ask me about pride, and
don't ask me about love because I'm just not qualified
as of yesterday

As of yesterday the sun shines bright, but it's been raining
As of yesterday there's no return, no use complaining
as of yesterday

Once I had a vision, once my sight rang true
once I had a future, but those yesterdays are through
once I had a composure, once I let it loose
once I thought I could cry all day but now I'm just confused
as of yesterday

As of yesterday the sun shines bright, but it's been raining
As of yesterday there's no return, no use complaining
as of yesterday

So don't ask me for a cigarette, and don't ask me for a light
and don't ask me if I think it's okay 'cause I don't have that kind of insight
and don't ask me for the answers, and don't ask me for the truth
and don't ask me for the wisdom of an elder or the vigor of a youth
as of yesterday

As of yesterday the sun shines bright, but it's been raining
As of yesterday there's no return, no use complaining
as of yesterday

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Waiting to Believe


Hiding in the dying ember buried in your head
echo of the specter's whisper swept under the bed
something slightly off about the words she said

"I'm an eager vessel waiting to believe"
"I am the antenna ready to receive"
She's a simple sponge, and easy to deceive

Small, unspoiled child waiting by the stair
staring up to heaven, who will lead her there?
Slowly she's discovering no one's there

Some subversive seed, a cynic's notion - death's aperitif
set this child to reason, accidentally pave the path to grief
Now her notion's skipped the boundary into mass belief

Diving in, unguided, in relentless search for "real"
not equipped to handle all the logic she'd reveal
Science found her answer, now no one feels

Wholeness skips horizons beyond where we can see
we put our faith in her, but she is us - and who are we
but a skeptic's generation waiting to believe

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