Still searching for your call today sit down, and structure will you be the engineer?

Still tired and dreaming out against and overboard

When pain kills you'll hate me and wait for or

Then call me crazy and pretend I left us discontent and afraid

So what so I'm crazy then send me justice and I'll have Paris in flames



Still searching for your faith in the arm that killed the president relapse waiting here for

Still searching for your face in the crowd that killed the president relapse waiting here for



Wound open and squeezing my heart against this pain inflicts

And in passion I bleed for it

But with this what they gave me this book

And flint and a match to go with it



Still searching for your faith in the arm that killed the president relapse waiting here for

Still searching for your face in the crowd that buried New Mexico I'll be waiting here for



Have you ever heard the lyrics he sang?

In his thoughtful transmission the words lost sentence remain

Sing his song, sing his song loud

Structure will you be the engineer?

Where's your song or have you lost the key or tone?



Thank god for your strength will you hold your breath?

Waiting for me to exhale in the short life lived