Stauros - Adrift Songtexte

You may arrange as you prefer
Ideas that start from shortcuts
You think you can retain
In your hands what is divine

But the essence is adrift
Impelled through the wind
To the wharf of time
Without anchor or traced direction
Who will ya find

You can paint with your colors
And mix with your scratches
Distil it with naive tears
The canvas that dams freedom

But the truth is adrift
Crossing the waves moved by the spirit