My path is a wide ribbon Each bow cuts a circle into it Its clearance you're not given Given 'til you're through with it
My path is a wide ribbon It's mapped out but it's all even And this power is self given And it's clear and it's bright and it's thick And it's without Without edges
When will everything be quiet? When will everything be quiet? When will our fucking hearts cease to riot? When will everything be quiet again?
This bow cuts a circle into it Its inside is sucked out vertically And it's easy for people to read things into these Slanted wings, but who knows Who knows really?
When everything will be quiet? When everything will be quiet? When our fucking hearts will cease to riot? When everything will be quiet again?