Come back to the source
Where your steps have been taken in vain
As if you were now blind and deaf
Through the forests and fearful of the jungles
Up and down, dark, nameless, wild, flowing rivers
You've grown tired, heart weary
For this is something you can't find
And even as long as you try
It just seems like you can't grasp a hold of what matters
Are you lost? Again?
That's what it's been called for

Being in the day of a tidal wave
Like a wall on the top of a cave
Betting it all is a tidal wave