And the shape of broken memories.
I closed my eyes,
Seeking something deeper still.
But the secret lingers here.

Oh come alive again and hear me.
Oh why do I pretend that you can hear me?

The night is swiftly falling
And giving way to moonlight.
The sacred stones are bleeding underneath
And gazing in the twilight.

Are the oceans livid with your rage?
Do the trees reveal your secret name, oh Lord?
A crooked hand was upon my very eyes.
Lesser men have come and gone.
Still, I'm waiting for the sunrise.

I was on the brink of solving this.
But there's a remnant I've still missed.
Pull back the curtains.
Shed the light on all these years.
But the secret lingers here.

Hear me.