Hidden beneath my mask

my wheels are turning

the elements in my head

is what keeps the world churning

agents of water

swim one by one

to find the war they've been fighting

has already been won

was it to my disgrace

to wipe the tears from your face

and should I have known

it would be like this

but I can't figure out

this neverending game

the truths of the world

seem to grow up together

with this truly found love

that weighs light as a feather

but my days are getting shorter

and my nights come quieter

with my wheels still turning

and the candle still burning

was it to my disgrace?

to wipe the trears from your face

and should i have known

i would be like this

but I can't figure out

this neverending game

BEAU!