The tired hands of time
Join to throw their shadow
And the borderline shimmers gold
This is yours and mine We let nobody know
Let the light recline to regrow
We set to glow
There's no history
Here to haunt the divide
That we dig to reap what we sow
A rhythm on repeat
That no one can describe
But we crave to be to let go
We set to glow
Words woven well Can remind, can free minds Words woven well
Can steal time, render blind
We lean in to be
Caught in charcoal and vines
Become scenery, begin to grow
Spreading secretly
Smudging all of the lines
Where we need to be to regrow
We set to glow