Lyrics

The silhouettes inside his closet perpetually twist and shout
So he closes the window to keep the music out
The blinds stay closed to block out the horizon.
For fear that the sun will encourage his silhouettes to dance

The thorns that pricked his finger,
Lay upon the floor
As this temporary light affliction
Pierces him to the bone

He cracks the window to let the music slowly in
As the silhouettes harmonize in discongruent song
The horizon peaks its head through remnants of jilted credence
And caresses a faded rainbow upon the etching on his wall

The thorns that pricked his finger,
Now vased upon the table
As this temporary light affliction
Reflects upon our reason

He hinges upon the postulate, that only fools drink from folly
And that wise men always know the way, and good ones never falter
But the pricks upon his finger, tell him a different story
That maybe love and understanding, don’t always drink at the umbrage of regret

He throws open the window, to let the horizon in
As his silhouettes amalgamate intrinsic harmonies
The music fills the room with all the rainbows refractions
Of pain of joy of all the things that weaves an angels wing

The thorns that pricked his finger,
Now bloom in brilliant life
As this temporary light affliction
fades into the dance

The thorns that pricked his finger,
Now bloom in brilliant life
As this temporary light affliction
Produces an eternal weight of glory

Far beyond our comprehension