Now that you know...
You never said a word with tangled hands dry
And I see through rose-colored eyes
Tell me I'm the only chance
Constantly hanging from the sky
Pursuing design both far and wide
Now that you know there's time
Rethink everything heard by the careless choir
The way we see these things...
It's how we dream about reality
Problematic to believe, let alone perceive
With doubt your mind reads through internally
While observation flees
Nothing can turn the sun back around
Pursuing design and out of time
Now that you know there's time
Rethink everything heard by the careless choir
Sit and watch as I arise
I lean on surmise
Though their eyes are far from dry
Will fingers uncross? Will these knots untie?
Brief: take a chance, hope high, do not let life pass you by