Marching theme

I’ve spent these days, wide awake, and ready to move
And my daydreams they say, don’t stand in one place, like the mountains, that are in front of you
And a wet wind blows, cold and through my window
And the sky unfolds like, the Sistine design, and it’s all mine, it’s mine, all alone

I’ve burned every bridge, I’ve ever been across
And my trail of stones, have become an unknown, and now my mind, my body, is lost
And if you keep on thinking you have the foresight
To see what will happen for the rest of your life
I hope you've got the gas money, and a ready swiss army knife, because honey, you're being taken for a ride

Now you’re nursing your heart, like you’re setting a bone
And no one’s signed that cast, it’s not your fault you’re on you're own
But it wasn’t broke, now not too long ago

is it a deadly sin, to want to start again
was it written in some ancient manuscript
that you must give up every limb for some pigs in a pen
I don't think it is, you know the pieces never fit
And as the world descends, into a river of blood
And the sirens scream out, with the shots from their guns
There is love, if you’re looking hard enough

And so I’ve spent these days, on the tip of my tongue
Wide awake, without the bottle or drugs
And if I tip-toe now, I think I’m about to find out
It’s not so tough, if you know when to run
And that love, will outlast all of us.