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

Now the time
The time
The time
Is now