Now that you know...

You never said a word with tangled hands dry,
And I see through rose-colored eyes
Tell me I’m the only chance constantly hanging from the sky

Pursuing design both far and wide

Now that you know there’s time
Rethink everything heard by the careless choir

The way we see these things... it’s how we dream about reality
Problematic to believe, let alone perceive
With doubt your mind reads through internally, while observation flees
Nothing can turn the sun back around

Pursuing design and out of time

Now that you know...

Sit and watch as I arise
I lean on surmise, though their eyes are far from dry
Will fingers uncross? Will these knots untie?