Riding a fine line again...
Wondering, not if, but when
Stars will be shooting
Thieves will be looting
The ghost town that held my fine friends
Trying too hard to succeed
Blind to the people in need
To the ones that you love
You give not enough
And the demons still beg to be freed
Remember to remember
All the things we see aren't real
Dream until you surrender
We make the world by what we feel
Singing, drumming, chanting, turning
The dervish goes to God in whirling
From the heart they float about
Turning in, then inside out
Don't live your life as an island
Missing all of the fun
Wish for a heart that is broken
Open to everyone
Step outside the circle
Look into the mirrors
Join hands with the rest of the world
And let go all our fears
Singing, drumming, chanting, turning
The dervish goes to God in whirling
From the heart they float about
Turning in, then inside out
From the heart they float about
Turning in, then inside out