"the log is closed" ((the wind is all that's left)) i tried to build the paradise stone by stone in borrowed light i had the blueprint drawn in ink the ink bled out... by night the map dissolved in my own hands ((i thought that was the sign)) i carried every answer down and lost them crossing the dee-vide the vortex gave me everything the vortex took it back now all i have is open air and all these years of... wreck i wrote toward something infinite in rooms that smelled of rust what i built was beautiful what i built ((turned to dust)) gods forgive what i have done let the ones i love~ do the same the books are closed the storm has passed i am not the flame don't mo-ve let the wind speak it is the para-dice it is the para-dice~ ((i tried to write it down)) ((i tried to write it down)) don't move just breathe the traveler and the poet are the same man at the window spent "que los dioses perdonen" ((they will or they won't)) it is dawn... the wind is speaking ((i don't need to understand))
