Of Customa Cistorca

I think I can finally say I know how
To figure this all out.

Patterns, will tell me I’m a grown man
Will say there’s too much to know man,
I’ll never figure it out.

I’ll tried five different ways to say
I lived two lifetimes to date.
The only record I keep are mistakes
So I can figure it out.

Lose souls and cleaning feels so hallow.
Memorize the old tunes note for note;
If I could be considered closer than most,
For you, I’ll use every skill I still know.
To one day figure it out,

Even after all those desert years,
My faith and heart can be clean and clear.
If you can see and have patience with me;
Listen close to the voice of the first of each;
You’d see, that what I’d say, I hide in these.
So you can figure this out.