inside of this room of sea salt and moon where torrents turn down the shell and all is undone under the weight of their angry swell i wait in the wings with my doors flung wide to set a light the stage where this endless train of guilt and shame is emptied and unmade when all the world is waking up on through the winding hours and our reasons rise and tumble like the reach of skyward towers well walk on that wire clothes tattered and worn and weather the weight through silence and storm ill keep you far from the reach of the burden of proof to burn through the days in the armor of youth where all worry wanes like daylights golden braid when all the world is waking up on through the winding hours and our reasons rise and tumble like the reach of skyward towers well walk on that wire clothes tattered and worn and weather the weight through silence and storm