It's not that I removed the things throwing shadows in my mind
I saw myself in the twilight an easy picture to find
It's not that I have told the things only wise man ought to know
I saw myself in the half-light no easy way to go
With all the words that I write and then you just forget and all the images you draw
Be still now lay your head on the ground rest now in these silent halls forever we will fall
With all the words that I write and then you just forget
And all the images you draw to match them I've done all that I can
Now it's easier for me to get closer to heaven than ever be myself again