Partial Explanation

In those days I tried to get warmth from the stars,
when the sun was around all along.
Home is where the tension is released.
Maybe the past was sweet, I just can’t recall it.

Yet the sun was around all along.
Measure life from survival, not from perfection.
If the past was sweet, why can’t I recall it—
stuffed with culture and starved of care?

Measure life from survival, not from perfection.
We’ve been left alone in the cold,
stuffed with culture and starved of care.
The wise seek not pleasure but absence of pain;

they’ve been left alone in the cold.
What polarity at the core of being.
The wise seek not pleasure but absence of pain,
so keep the mind full or the demons return.

What perverseness at the core of being.
Is the flow of language like water under the bridge?
Keep the mind full, for the demons return:
open the door to Christ and it opens to Satan as well.

The flow of language, like water under the bridge—
it works for awhile, needing someone to save.
Open the door to Christ and it opens to Satan as well.
Body goes one way, mind goes another:

it works for awhile, needing someone to save you.
Believing in God is easy; feeling his love is hard.
Body goes one way, mind goes the other—
that heartache became my obsession.

Believing in God is easy; feeling his love is hard.
In those days I tried to get warmth from the stars;
that heartache became my obsession.
Home is when the tension is released.