collins, edwyn
written in stone
well i've reached this destination but it's funny i don't recognize the signs it's a fatal combination when destiny and providence align the madness that surrounds me the further that i roam directions that confound me i can't find my way home but i will get there on my own written in blood written in stone i'd ask for new directions but my memory it's shot and full of holes still my recall's near perfection when compared with the condition of my soul the madness that surrounds me the further that i roam directions that confound me i can't find my way home but i will get there on my own written in blood written in stone