Rosematter - The Legend Of Gene Wilder Lyrics

Transparent all in the breath of a breeze, it brings me, brings me, to my knees,
and I'm blown away, And I'm blown away. But you know, you know i'll always be
Collecting everything behind your lead as you face these misplaced
Conflicting confrontations.

Dust off the books on your shelves they make it hard to believe in
What you can't see, why can't you see? I wish i had your faith.

Answers spill out of cracks in the walls, with every little inch overflowing,
flowing gently towards me, misinterpreting what is in front of me.

Answers spill out of cracks in the walls, with every little inch overflowing,
(The meaning is lost in the context,)
flowing gently towards me, misinterpreting what is in front of me.
(overflowing with fabrications.)

This foreign surface has been stretching for miles and miles and miles,
Finding recluse in these foreign issues, my conquest for self identity.

Dust off the books on your shelves they make it hard to believe in
What you can't see, why can't you see? I wish i had your faith.
Dust off the books on your shelves they make it hard to believe in
What you can't see, why can't you see? I wish i had your faith.

[Gene Wilder:]
"Where is fancy bred In the heart or in the head?"

Answers spill out of cracks in the walls, with every little inch overflowing,
flowing gently towards me, misinterpreting what is in front of me.
Answers spill out of cracks in the walls, with every little inch overflowing,
flowing gently towards me, misinterpreting what is in front of me.

Dust off the books on your shelves they make it hard to believe in
What you can't see, why can't you see? I wish i had your faith.
Dust off the books on your shelves they make it hard to believe in
What you can't see, why can't you see? I wish i had your faith.

Answers spill out of cracks in the walls, with every little inch overflowing,
flowing gently towards me, misinterpreting what is in front of me.

This foreign surface has been stretching for miles and miles and miles,
Finding recluse in these foreign issues, my conquest for self identity.