The Walk, Part 1

Here's the map of the land
 Pour it through your old hand
 Give me more sand, more sand
 Help is here within the snake
 Home is here while you're awake
 The end is near it's dancing in the sand and then you try to be mosaic
 Help is near, we made a plan
 Move your feet through no man's land
 If I know there'll be no back home to be had
 In the bitterness of truth
 Where the curve of the horizon
 Feels like walking through a masterpiece
 Of evening blue in unread books
 And I fall but I can stand up
 Which right do I have to believe you
 Leave the wreck in the sun
 It's on your head
 Into beyond
 In the bitterness of you
 And the bird is so golden
 Feel like walking through a starry night
 The sky is bright and burning
 And I fall but I still manage
 Which right do I have to deceive you
 Leave the wreck in the sun
 It's on your head
 Into beyond