Measured Out With Coffee Spoons

I sit here clutching useless lists,
keys for doors that don't exist,
I crack my teeth on pearls.
I tear into the history,
show me what it means to me in this world


'Cause I am due for a miracle,
I'm waiting for a sign.
And I'll stare straight into the sun,
and I won't close my eyes
'til I understand or go blind.


I see the parts but not the whole.
I've studied saints and scholars both,
but no perfect plan unfurls.
Do I trust my heart
or just my mind?
Why is truth so hard to find in this world?


'Cause I am due for a miracle,
I'm waiting for a sign.
And I'll stare straight into the sun,
and I won't close my eyes
'til I understand or go blind.


I know that there's a point I've missed,
shrine or stone I haven't kissed,
scar that never graced my wrist,
a mirror that hasn't met my fist,
but I can't help feeling like


I'm due for a miracle,
I'm waiting for a sign.
I'll stare straight into the sun
and I won't close my eyes.

--'Stare At The Sun' Thrice--

Why say it yourself when someone else can sing it for you?