Complicated Illusions

[00:02.11] On a street of old bones
[00:07.20] Dust masquerades as skin
[00:11.48] Time turns itself to stone
[00:15.98] Nothing left to lose and nothing left to win
[00:19.82] Desires to break and deconstruct
[00:24.95] I defend the middle ground
[00:29.61] Every battle I've ever fought
[00:34.25] Has either been lost or bought
[00:39.44] And in the rhythm of your voice
[00:44.07] I find space to rejoice
[00:48.70] My complicated illusions
[00:53.49] Leave me with no choice
[01:17.15] Even the answers that I dream
[01:23.42] Are riddled with doubt and holes
[01:27.66] Illusions are complicated
[01:32.93] Redacted and retold
[01:37.43] And in the rhythm of your voice
[01:41.71] I find space to rejoice
[01:46.64] My complicated illusions
[01:51.37] Leave me with no choice
[01:56.02] And in the margins of the page
[02:00.49] Truth hides but leaves a trace
[02:05.17] My complicated illusions
[02:09.77] Are now no more than faith
[02:32.86] And in the rhythm of your voice
[02:37.00] I find space to rejoice
[02:41.96] My complicated illusions
[02:46.61] Leave me with no choice
[02:51.29] And in the margins of the page
[02:55.62] Truth hides but leaves a trace
[02:59.62] My complicated illusions
[03:04.85] Are now no more than faith