Behind what you say is what you won’t say
Below what you know is what you can’t know
And beneath them a circling river that flows
Away and away and away
All strings have an end, but
No string has a start
Keep to that line and you’ll find your heart
Again and again and again
We like to dissect what should stay whole
Quick resurrect what should stay dead
And where do we go when we’re no longer led?
To our home, to our home, going home
