The Seeker
You were the seeker
Then you found thereâ"š¬â"ž¢s nothing to find
Itâ"š¬â"ž¢ll all come down to you in its own good time
No oneâ"š¬â"ž¢s the older
No oneâ"š¬â"ž¢s the wiser
No one cares
When every step takes you from nowhere
Going from somewhere to here
Your quiet eyes almost vacant
Thereâ"š¬â"ž¢s no need to explain
The fine line between stealing and giving
In the landscape of the saint
You were the dreamer
Who got lost in your escape
When beauty became a prison
You found your freedom in the mundane
So when will I see what you see
You say itâ"š¬â"ž¢s got nothing to do with being worthy
When will I see what you see
When youâ"š¬â"ž¢ve gone and lost
What you thought you never had
And youâ"š¬â"ž¢re numb with the fear
That itâ"š¬â"ž¢s never coming back
It makes no difference
Itâ"š¬â"ž¢s gonna be what itâ"š¬â"ž¢s gonna be
Sometimes the purest gold comes from
The hands of a thief
So when will I see what you see
You say itâ"š¬â"ž¢s got noting to do with being worthy
When will I see what you see
When will I see what you see