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 there's time,
Rethink everything heard by the careless choir
Sit and watch as I arise
I lean on surmise, though their eyes are far from dry
Will fingers uncross?
Will these knots untie?