[Intro]

I see (I see)

What isn't there and what might be: (What isn't there and what might be:)

All the pages falling open

(All the pages falling open)

[Verse]

Out of my grasp

The future floods my fingers:

(Floods my fingers:)

The blood that binds the bone

For us a given, unforgiving known

(All I've known unknowing)

Although I'm stumbling onward on the words

The script is always clasped

Within my hand, encrypted

(Now I see)

[Bridge]

A loosening grip

A palm asweat from clenching...

The binding's ripped, leaves fluttering to the floor

[Outro]

The book slips through my fingers

All the pages falling open

Falling open

(All the pages) Falling open

Falling open

(Falling open)

(Falling open)

(Falling open)

(Falling open)