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