On the wooden floor of the lodge
Soaked and sweating
Tangled in a sleeping bag
Awakened by the moonbeams
We are a constellation
A thousand points of light
Piercing the veil from beyond the dark
Making meaning in the night
On a path in the inky gloom
With two Ariadnes
Escape the thinky doom
That befalls the self-posessed
Tripped on a log in the path
And smashed all my teeth in the dirt
Broken and screaming
Waiting to be enlightened
We are a constellation
A thousand points of light
Piercing the veil from beyond the dark
Making meaning in the night
Fireflies make a haunting mockery
Of the sparks inside and above in the stellar sea
The false lines of self and the starry
Describing truths of love artificially
It takes breaking to make one whole
When the darkness has been cleaved from the soul
Forged in the density of the stars
We create new shapes viewed from afar
We are a constellation
A thousand points of light
Piercing the veil from beyond the dark
Making meaning in the night
We are a constellation
A thousand points of light
Piercing the veil from beyond the dark
Making meaning in the night