Arcane Roots

Sacred Shapes

How low is the reason for all this exhibition

I see the little something you hide

And my lungs are filled with habits you hold

And I see nothing fortold but smiles

I seeth from inside

We've grown old like all good lust should, end with us

So as lights stream intermittent

And shoulders fallen, risen

We'll see our measure

Time in my hands, I only see what we had

The harder the horror the more there's to cut loose

No more trying to picture this in my head

As your friends sing this song back to you

You hold like envisioned

So gentle but incisioned

You mix the basest crows with the light

And like sums repeat

The gravity holds me to the space

That the autumn leaves like love at your side

Only we've known all the love strewn, ending us

So we stay on our decision

With careless inhibition

We are no better

Time in my hands, I only see what we had

The harder the horror the more there's to cut loose

No more trying to picture this in my head

As your friends sing this song back to you

As your friends sing these songs back to you

Time in my hands, I only see what we had

The harder the horror the more there's to cut loose

No more trying to picture this in my head

As your friends sing this song back to you

I'm undone

Is love just forgetting the horror