I feel so designed, so made to know That there is no place in time in backwards-flow And this is all there is And I close my eyes And I’m not depressed, or anything I just close my eyes; this is all there is
I feel so designed, so made to know I’m calling, and I’m calling, but not no one is Standing at the river bank calling out my name And I can feel the soil and silt
I’m calling and I’m calling like no one ever did And I can feel my influence Spreading out around me and living on my guilt And I can feel how real it is Saying, “we don’t know anything”
