Folds in the wind
The wake of rock and pen
O' you mystery
Can the mind fit in the brain?
The drop of a jaw
The click of a tongue
Larynx and lung
To etchings in clay of glyphs and cuneiform

Once the "farmer," not the "man-on-the-farm"
Our ziggurat bricks all baked up from the ground

But that day she fell like cold water on my comfortably ignorant skin
I knew our life defined our words unalike

When I woke, we were smoke on a tight rope afloat on the notion:
"If all of this is arbitrary, why does it happen at all?"
And it's been years of my trying to make sense of one week
I didn't know it then, but that verse she penned
Would ruin me

"O dear heart, locked away
Given but description of a window to light your way
Would dare thee bell, a song to sing?
Take care, the way out is more damaging."
One says a word, one in turn interprets it
But when unique things use generic means
Is anything ever being said?

"It's the gaps between the waves that make the tones we hear realizable."
But every crest is aching
To shake, to be as one

[Lyrics missing]

Reconstruct

They’re falling now
They’re calling out

They’re falling now
They’re calling out
To know their worth

They’re falling now
They’re calling out
To know their worth

They’re falling now
They’re calling out
To know their worth
The parts ache for resolve
(They’re falling now
They’re calling out)
My parts ache for resolve
(To know their worth)

The parts ache for resolve
(They’re falling now
They’re calling out)
My parts ache for resolve
(To know their worth)