Hover you down in a silent guise Rest in the shade of the arcing light Draped with a cloak with a sliver slit To use your eyes An urn in a field of simple shrines
It all comes down to what you know Inside and all the dirty water Hanging on your cover Now the time is now
Visions of faint images Haunt with care Pleasant and sweet though They were barely there Soft to the touch my fingers Graze your skin that isn't there Your roots in my soul are all laid bare
It all comes down to what you know Inside and all the dirty water Hanging on your cover Now the time is now It all comes down to what you know And all the water Rushing from your scars
