Voice Of Reason

Here on this mountain  
Feeling so high  
Standing at the edge of the sky  
Like a midnight drifter  
That's to old to fly  
With a spirit of an eagle's cry  
 
The moon has it's phases  
The star locked in its constellation  
still theres a light I can't find  
I'm blinded by the feeling  
With all this double dealing  
Words of red echos in my head  
 
I been accused of treason  
by a voice of reason  
From a glass that's always lookn' back  
Hanging here not to judge  
or hold a grudge  
Just the reflections of the past
 
The moon has it's phases  
The star locked in its constellation  
still theres a light I can't find  
I'm blinded by the feeling  
With all this double dealing  
Words of red echos in my head
 
 
The moon has it's phases  
The star locked in its constellation  
still theres a light I can't find  
I'm blinded by the feeling  
With all this double dealing  
Words of red echos in my head