Touchstones

another mile on this old road another hour, another breath
 the thousand deaths we die in life, rolling the boulder up the hill
 the shifting sands of destiny, covering what we'd hoped to be
 out there must be something, out there must be someone
 we'll attain the summit of our longing someday
 something must be out there, someone must be out there
 but we don't believe in fairytales anymore
 we find ourselves inside a room, at either end an unseen door
 between both doors a surging space
 inside this space we shiver with the void
 out there must be something, out there must be someone
 we will reach the summit with our boulder someday
 something must be out there, someone must be out there
 but we don't believe in ourselves anymore
 we found nothing out there, no we found nothing out there
 and we watched our boulder rolling back down again
 we left nothing out there, we left nothing out there
 just a yellowed blueprint of what we longed to be
 out there must be something, out there must be someone
 we'll attain the summit of our longing someday
 something must be out there, someone must be out there
 but we don't believe in ourselves anymore
 old heart of mine, cold heart of mine
 how long has it been since we have seen the sun?
 we climbed a hill with toilsome steps, on our weary shoulders a weight
 as the world got colder we found ourselves paralyzed and freezing from our fears
 in every waking hour we hoped to find, in any kind of golden light
 a sense of change
 and so many words, so many faces, swept away in hurricanes from our sight
 our hands are writing unknowable signs into immortal sands it's only us, only us
 one must imagine, imagine this man, one must imagine this man
 happy...