I've never been wrong about anything or anyone

Irrefutable as the rising tide or setting sun

How can I work with all of this inexactness?

It's like doing needle point with a hatchet

Cannot hold the bright gaze of everything

And project a smile like sky split above the rain

How can I suffer through another sunset?

It's like doing needle point with a hatchet

For a long time

I would obsess

I read the signs

But couldn't get past it

Lingua dicere potest non quid nescitur

Tu ne quaesieris visum miraculum

Lingua dicere potest non quid nescitur

For a long time

I was obsessed

It came to a point

I couldn't get past it

You asked but don't mind

You are the staff striking the rock

I don't know why

It's never enough

I don't know why

It's never enough