walking through a wasteland of words and memories   looking for the person i used to be   thoughts i don't recognize make me realize   times have changed and so have i   and a familiar fear comes back to me      pale fire   dry land getting drier   nothing can grow   in the ashes of desire   pale fire   burned on the desire   no one can grow   with nothing to inspire      the bitter harvest of a barren land   i'm painting pictures you don't understand   dust blinds my eyes, makes me realize   i'm choking life with living lies      pale fire   dry land getting drier   nothing can grow   in the ashes of desire   pale fire   burned on the desire   no one can grow   with nothing to inspire      and a familiar fear claims another day   wondering have i said all i have to say