The Turn (A Pagan Lament)

I took a turn into the world of pop

everything I'd learned I abruptly dropped

I'd seen the woods and shining arches

and wandered down the road to the open sea

The coldness unfolds over stats and charts

as my love is sold to consuming hearts

and while I prepare words with little meaning

they classify my work for the western world

Ice in the woods, now my spring is over

my path to the sea is now a dusty street

The lights in the night hide the blues and greens

my mind like a knife cuts the softened things

oh, where are my eyes? hiding in the forest

and where is my voice? in the mp3

I'm cold as the stone, you know I can't be glad

and my love is sold, and my soul is sapped

oh come to the shore where the walkway's broken

pay tears to the sea, she will be your queen

oh I took a turn, oh I took a turn, oh I...