At last, when all of the world is asleep
You take in the blackness of air
The likes of a darkness so deep
That God at the start couldn’t bear
And sit unseen, with only the inner upheld
Your reflection can’t offer a word
To the bliss of not knowin’ yourself
With all mirrorin’ gone from the world
Still the mind, rejectin’ this new empty space
Fills it with somethin’ or someone
No closer could I be to God
Or why he would do what he’s done
You’re all bright ease
But you come on like night
Tangled;
Together, transformed
You’re all bright ease
But you come on like night
Art is transformation
It is a dark art
You’re all bright ease
But you come on like night
Tangled;
Together, transformed
You’re all bright ease
But you come on like night
Art is transformation
It is a dark art