[Intro] [fingerpicked acoustic guitar, melodic clean electric guitar lead] [Verse 1] [acoustic guitar, light percussion] The frozen wind that climbs the mountain side Breeds a hush the waking calendars can't hide I trace the steps toward dawn's unspoken door Where hope is kept but never shown before They built their visions on the starless dark A quiet chapel with a fading spark And every night the watcher scans the deep Yet finds the truth still drifting where the cold infinity sleeps [Chorus] [full band enters, driving drums, vocal harmonies] Oh the color of the cosmos leans to gray Fading out along the rim of dying day We were too proud to even think to pray We stood too far away to hear him call it by its very own name Where all the wandering questions broke yet felt the same All us scientists just kept playing our conceited game [Instrumental Break] [acoustic guitar strumming, electric guitar melody, handclaps] [Verse 2] [bass and drums continue, organ pads] The data logs are full of fractured schemes The ghost of younger choices haunts my drifting dreams Did I trade the wonder for the measured glow And let the orbit steal the truths I longed to know Across the ridge where pale November lies In the quiet of her calm untroubled eyes My sister spoke of stars the Lord once named And morning felt as though the map of heaven changed [Chorus] [vocal harmonies, full instrumentation] But the heavens only turn one solemn way Past the monuments of wonder and decay I saw the monitor awaken burning bright And the silent star that had no name ignite It's a parable of all I cannot shake To open blind eyes, what will it take [Instrumental Break] [electric guitar solo, driving rhythm section] [Chorus] [high energy, vocal ad-libs] Oh the color of the cosmos leans to gray Fading out along the rim of dying day We were too proud to even think to pray We stood too far away to hear him call it by its very own name Where all the wandering questions broke yet felt the same All us scientists just kept playing our conceited game [Outro] [acoustic guitar, bass, light drums] And the lonely dust drifts softly to the floor What were we searching for [acoustic guitar fades] What were we searching for
