Pacific Blues

[Verse 1]
If I could rearrange my words
I'd say what I mean
If I could learn to count the cards
I'd risk everything
Imagine how brave I'd be
If I knew I was safe
If I could only know the end
I'd be a prodigy of faith

[Chorus 1]
If I had a treasure map, oh the answers I'd find
I'd dust off the artifacts 'til I made 'em all shine

[Verse 2]
Everything I know is borrowed
Broken or blind
And what I've seen of beautiful
Feels merely implied
Is it the treatment of symptoms
Or a touch of divine?
I guess the truth is that the truth is
Of complex design

[Pre-Chorus]
How I ache to know

[Chorus 2]
God knows that i know we're little boats in the great big sea
Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze

[Verse 3]
Every compass I have followed
I've trusted and denied
So it goes with an ever-changing
Definition of right
It's the treatment of symptoms
And a touch of divine
I guess the truth is that the truth is
Of complex design

[Chorus 3]
If ignorance is bliss, then I guess I'm in heaven
But this hesitant kiss sends me back to the grasp of the sea

[Outro]
Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze