Veils of light unwind in slow spirals Currents remember the shape before the name We drift through the scale that opens the door Swallowing stars and the small forgotten flames Do we leave the root when the branches reach the sky Or does the sky bend back into the soil we deny Fortunate and lost inside the same bright breath The dream turns and while our thoughts turn inside New eyes open behind our own They read the ash of every fire we forgot to tend The wheel that spins the wheel that spins the wheel Shows us the circle wearing our own skin again We are the fortunate but misguided Carried by the same tide that forgets our name Vulnerable as the first spark in the dark And vast as the last breath the cosmos claims …leave the root… …bend back into soil… …eyes behind our eyes… …the wheel that spins the wheel… …fortunate… misguided… …same breath… same tide… …vulnerable spark… vast as the last… Do we leave the root when the branches reach the sky Or does the sky bend back into the soil we deny Fortunate and lost inside the same bright breath The dream turns and we turn inside the turning The dream turns… the dream turns… We turn inside … we turn inside… Ooh, ooh-ooh… ooh, ooh-ooh… The dream turns… the dream turns… Fortunate… misguided… fortunate… misguided… Ooh, ooh-ooh… (the veil unwinds) Ooh, ooh-ooh… (the circle finds us) We turn… we turn… we turn… We turn … we turn, we turn… turn… turn… turn.. turn .
