In Persuing Design

Now that you know

You never said a word with tangled hands dry
And I, I see through rose-colored eyes
Tell me I'm the only chance constantly hanging from the sky
Pursuing design both far and wide

Now that you know there's time
Rethink everything heard by the careless choir

The way we see these things, it's how we dream about reality
Problematic to believe, let alone perceive
With doubt your mind reads through internally
While observation flees, nothing can turn the sun back around
Pursuing design and out of time

Now that you know there's time
Rethink everything heard by the careless choir
Now that you know there's time
Rethink everything heard by the careless choir

Now that you know

Sit and watch as I arise, I lean on surmise
Will fingers uncross? Will these knots untie?