Ark of roses, rain down red
Crown of silence keeps us still

In our conscience
In our conscience

Into the void where the guardians run
I'll show you a place where they're parting the sun
And the web that you weave, consider it spun
Build me an architecture of time

Underneath the symmetry/sinner tree
Softly sleeps away his turn

In our conscience
In our conscience

Into the void where the guardians run
I'll show you a place where they're parting the sun
And the web that you weave, consider it spun
Build me an architecture of time
Show me the fabric that keeps us aligned
If you drew me a map, then I'll draw you into the sky

It's the cradle between our hands
Beyond the age of man
Fixing the fractures in the hourglass