Imposter - Iris

Well it won’t change to indict

But this whole thing it ain’t right

'Cos I have looked and waded in

I felt the tide and watched it fall

The stars were moving out of place

'Cos they were never stars at all

Yeah, you got it

I am on to everything

I am on to these imposters' ways

Here’s the one thing

Like weeds among the wheat

One’s made to burn

One lives to feed

I can’t locate or decide

What’s oasis or mirage

And so I’m left with all I’ve got

A spiritual divining rod

And here is where the branches nod

What’s all for gain, is all for gain

Yeah, you got it

I am on to everything

I am on to these imposters' ways

Here’s the one thing

Like weeds among the wheat

One’s made to burn

One lives to feed