Hands stretched out, traced across your palms

Mirrored in veins across your walls

Paste up the anchor points

Retread those same old waters

Look for a way to see through sight of fever dream

Sign could be anything

Sitting, straying through forked paths and splitting reams

Look for a way to see the words for what they mean

Cut those cords back in two

The lines hang from everything

You hear the voice calling you back

You feel you need to give it shape

Can't borrow time against that which has origin absence

Look for a way to see through sight of fever dream

Sign could be anything

Sitting, straying through forked paths and splitting reams

Look for a way to see the words for what they mean

Split those cords back in two

The veins burst from everything