Brooks Nielsen
Found Out About
[Verse 1]
As high as a falcon
On artificial wind
Shifting past the [?]
Of the pistol-holding wise-man
Bearing the [?]
While they all didn't know
Getting too comfortable
Can be most regrettable
[Verse 2]
Flirting with nice chance
Resting on [?]
This is the dance
To the beat of the no-man
The man is inside
Hidden underneath pride
Hidden until he finds
Finds out about
Finds out about
Finds out about now
[Verse 3]
The clouds, they roll
And then reveal
The colors of the sun
Showing you the war
Between your heart of swords
And your tongue of guns
Rid yourself
Convince yourself
Until you think it's true
Hide inside, beneath your pride
And never ever leave your muse
Till you find out
Till you find you
[Verse 2]
Flirting with nice chance
Resting on [?]
This is the dance
To the beat of the no-man
The man is inside
Hidden underneath pride
Hidden until he finds
Finds out about
Finds out about
Finds out about now
[Verse 3]
The clouds, they roll
And they reveal
The colors of your sun
Showing you the war
Of heart of swords
Between your tongue of guns
Rid yourself
Convince yourself
Until you think it's true
Hide inside, beneath your pride
And never ever leave your muse
Till you find out
Till you find you