The Same Mistakes (N.Thomas/C.Stipetic) I read the signals as before The feeling sickens me once more How can I turn a blind eye? How can I let this pass me by?        Under scented scarlet skies        Pollen clouds are forming        We can't tell what fate may bring        When fortune bears no warning        There are fools who build their walls so high        That they shut out all the sunlight        The iciest part of the cynical heart        Can only give in to the fight I spread my soul across the floor Expose my weaknesses once more I take the fruit, embrace the pain I make the same mistakes again