This is either a newfound sense of inner peace

Or just a moment of calm before the levee splits

These are either the early whispers of true justice

Or the rumble of red stage curtains shutting on these streets

Can’t shake these hazy feelings off

Even if I could, well, would I want to?

Uncertainty is the only thing that keeps me searching

And opens up the door

Beyond the deafening implications of hypocrisy

A nervous snowman is standing serenely in a field of green

Is this the sound of all of our old friends visiting

On floating pebbles and crooked bus stops or a vivid dream?

Can’t shake these hazy feelings off

Even if I could, Why would I want to?

Uncertainty is the only thing that keeps me searching

And opens up the door

Can’t shake these hazy feelings off

Even if I could, I wouldn’t want to

Uncertainty

Uncertainty

Uncertainty