Cuts you Up

I find you in the morning,
After dreams of distant signs.
You pour yourself over me,
Like the sun through the blinds.
You lift me up,
And get me out,
Keep me walking, but never shout,
Hold the secret close, I hear you say.

You know the way, it throws about,
It takes you in and spits you out.
It spits you out, when you desire,
To conquer it, to feel you're higher,
To follow it, you must be clean,
With mistakes that you do mean.
Move the heart, switch the pace,
Look for what seems out of place.

On and on it goes,
Calling like a distant wind,
Through the zero hour we'll walk,
We'll cut the thick and break the thin.
No sound to break, no moment clear,
When all the doubts are crystal clear.
Crashing hard into the secret wind.

You know the way, it twists and turns,
Changing colour, spinning yarns,
You know the way, it leaves you dry.
It cuts you up and takes you high,
You know the way, it's painted gold.
Is it honey?
Is it gold?
You know the way, it throws about,
it takes you in and spits you out.

Cuts you up.
Cuts you up.
Cuts you up.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la-la-la.

You know the way it throws about,
It takes you in and spits you out.
It spits you out when you desire,
To conquer it, to feel you're higher.
To follow it, you must be clean,
With mistakes that you do mean,
Move the heart, switch the pace,
Look for what seems out of place.

Cuts you up.
Cuts you up.
It's okay, it goes this way,
The line is thin, it twists away,
Cuts you up and spits you out,
Keep me walking but never shout.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la-la-la.