To hear the secrets singing I bend a knee and stare,
'Cause what's to come, tomorrow brings, and I am unaware.

If truth is painfully mine, but dreams are who I am,
Then take me here, reward a lie, and touch an outstretched hand.

I took the white from the mountains,
I tempted the sun to fall down from the sky.
When the night shown her face
and her brother sun misplaced,
I can only begin to reply.

To hear the words of wisdom I walk back into my fear,
'Cause what has gone I hold so close; I've cried my selfish tears.

If truth is painfully mine, but dreams are who I am,
Then take me here, reward a lie, and touch an outstretched hand.

I choked on the mountains,
I painted the sun that fell down from the sky.
When the night shown her face and her brother sun misplaced,
I can only begin to reply...

Can your stars burn brightly upon these wishes fall
Or is your black another sea that sings a siren's call.
Standing in these lines of rain,
We can only begin to touch the hand of able Cain.

Closer and closer I draw to you
To hear these secrets in song gently placed to cover all
And to call the others all along.