Pacific - Sleeping At Last If i could rearrange my words, I'd say what i mean. If i could learn to count the cards, I'd risk everything. Imagine how brave i'd be If i knew i'd be safe. If i could only know the end, I'd be a prodigy of faith.   If i had a treasure map, oh the answers i'd find. I'd dust off the artifacts 'til i made 'em all shine.   Everything i know is borrowed, broken or blind, And what i've seen of beautiful feels merely implied. Is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine? I guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design.   How i ache to know.   God knows that i know we're little boats in the great big sea. Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze.   Every compass i have followed i've trusted and denied. So it goes with an ever-changing definition of right. Is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine? I guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design.   If ignorance is bliss, then i guess i'm in heaven. But this hesitant kiss sends me back to the grasp of the sea.   Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze.