Language of the light

Tangled up in time

Cradled in the creeks

From under freezing floorboards

I’ve been in the throes of an evening swell

Holding a pose

For no one at all

I’ve become overrun

By everything you’ve ever said

We’ll all be shapeless

If I’d just pull this thread

What did I know then

What do I know now

A language from within

Lips creasing to a grin

But my eyes are pinned

On what I could have done

What can I do now

The creature that they arе

Is the creature wе’ve all become

I’ve become overrun

By everything you’ve ever said

We’ll all be shapeless

If I’d just pull this thread

We’ll all be shapeless

(Buried from the sun)

We’ll all be shapeless

(Our names all mean nothing)

If I’d just pull this thread

We’ll all be shapeless

(Buried from the sun)

We’ll all be shapeless

(Our names all mean nothing)

If I’d just pull this thread

We’ll all be shapeless

(Buried from the sun)

We’ll all be shapeless

(Our names all mean nothing)

If I’d just pull this thread