For many days I've traveled the wayside
So many ways for one to despair
Should I count on the stars like the Magi
Should I deprive the ill of my care
Tinctures on Vellum and tangible dioxides
Placed in the bag that hangs at my side
An artisan with faith in the Dry Rights
An artisan unplaced and untied
We can not repair
We can not repair
The damage you've done
Remove the mirrors and blacken the windows
Take a deep breath and close your eyes
At first a slight sting is to be expected
Followed by colour... the solar light
We can not repair
We can not repair
The damage you've done