Please direct your eyes to the trembling skies
And catch every glimpse in all your words and all your conjured chords
As sure as bitter hands resign, the past will be seen in new light
Cast upon old words that you thought you'd lost in the fire
And in this flood these old roads don't stand a chance, so breathe it in, and bask in the raging water
Don't let hindsight drive you mad, sure enough it can
Just hold the past up in clear view
And catch every glimpse at once