Jonathan Dufour

In neighbourhood towns

Of all the shame

The Gods will pause

And then reclaim

The souls that have passed

All of their days

Lost in the metaphor of the maze

Lost with a pause to a dead end

Shed a tear and then pretend

The walls that grow out of the ground

Will tranquilize us

With this sound

The path to the calm is filled with wild

But once you reach it

Crack a smile

The tunnel that pass through

Is dark and dank

And now we've only got

The Gods to thank

The sound that will reach you is defined

As the chorus of the Angels

It's refined

The rhythm that will lose you in it's time

Will soon find you in paradise

Has compassed you to paradise