Inside of this room of sea salt and moon

Where torrents turn down the shell

And all is undone under the weight of their angry swell

I wait in the wings with my doors flung wide

To set a light the stage

Where this endless train of guilt and shame is emptied and unmade

When all the world is waking up on through the winding hours

And our reasons rise and tumble like the reach of skyward towers

We'll walk on that wire clothes tattered and worn

And weather the weight through silence and storm

I'll keep you far from the reach of the burden of proof

To burn through the days in the armor of youth

Where all worry wanes like daylights golden braid

When all the world is waking up on through the winding hours

And our reasons rise and tumble like the reach of skyward towers

We'll walk on that wire clothes tattered and worn

And weather the weight through silence and storm

When all the world is waking up on through the winding hours

And our reasons rise and tumble like the reach of skyward towers

We'll walk on that wire clothes tattered and worn

And weather the weight through silence and storm