Song For Irie

Whatever you say bursts like genius into centuries of silence
Whatever you learn, there’s a new branch in decades of science
Whatever you touch is the first stroke of its kind
Whatever you create is derived from your own mind
But can I see about the green in your eye
What can I say about youth
The answers that I might find in my heart
Isn’t necessarily your truth
Off you go
On your way
With your black and white keystone
It’s a blessing and a curse
That you must walk this path alone
Whatever you believe is not formed by faith but certainty
Whatever you see is the actual view of reality
Whatever you think is the first time such a thought’s been think
Whatever you drink, you’re the first one to get drunk
But what can I see about the green in your eye
What can I say about youth
The answers that I might find in my heart
Isn’t necessarily your truth
Off you go
On your way
With your black and white keystone
It’s a blessing and a curse
That you must walk this path alone
To finally ask the question
«What is really right or wrong?»
So, I watch you from here
I won’t come too near
You can go anywhere
Dear Irie, take care
Off you go
On your way
With your black and white keystone
It’s a blessing and a curse
That you must walk this path alone
Off you go
On your way
With your black and white keystone
It’s a blessing and a curse
That you must walk this path alone