From the recording Texagon

Lyrics

THROUGH THE HAZE

Too close to the floor now
To duck any further
My old fears hang around
Like old ugly drapes
And every time I open them
Hoping to see through
I'm peering at my same old gaze 

You can throw your smile around
Have the countenance of the happy
You can throw your teardrops down
Just so you can see 

Heaven burnin' through the haze
Through the bullet wounds
And the smoggy taste
Through the anger
And the tragic waste
There's something always blooming 

I can stand taller
Nearly all of the time
But I tend to slouch in the corner
My light burns but for an instant
Just a flicker in the storm 
But you gotta define belief
So carefully
If it matters at all
What you say
You gotta look so close
that it’s a chore
Just to know all you miss along the way 

And heaven's burnin through the haze
Through the bullet wounds and the smoggy taste
Through the anger and the tragic waste
Something's always blooming