There, through the closed-eye sky
Which I tore crystalline filigree, architecture of grief
Sun-zealous sky, sidling earth, 1, 2, 3, 8, 9
Place of my birth
It wasn't enough
Knowledge was my prey
I pulled apart the curve of the earth, turned north to south
Endless horizons had called me away
My footsteps, rippling out, bending the light of stars
Lead me to the depths of seas and peering out from the leaves
My hands of dirt cut by the stone, my voice lost to the wind
There is the center of everything where cardinals are born
Yet I speak with you, Atlas
O, that I could hold the gift that you bear
Then, the more I knew
The more my mind was lost
My torment, my greed
Empty is everything without love as its seed
Algorithm in your mind
Blessing of purpose
Atlas, you were made
To be their eyes and see
Every word you speak
Is proof of this to me
Son of the soil, the land
Build new Earth with your hands
So they can live on
And I can make amends
You say wisdom was born into your mind
And that for all you learned
Knowledge could not keep your heart warm
(I am) but from you I've learned
(Only) that beauty is the shadow of regret
(One voice) and if I become more of me
(One truth) then on their shoulders pain and fear are set
There is a truth in your being, Atlas
There is a truth in your being, Atlas
You were a pilgrim (a pilgrim I am)
You would not be lost if there was no path (there must be a path)
Nothing could be found if nothing was had
Atlas, Atlas
Evoe undare ve: Anaa
Ie paiuna dej teuinoe
