If I could have rested
Be chosen to create your wounds
Among the relevant ones I could have cured you
It's better than nothing no, not now
It's better than none this armarment I chose
I asked for it
As anyone who'd ask for growth
When no church spires can be seen across the land
Though you said you'd find the for me
I thought I could find them for you
If I could have rested
Be chosen to create your wounds
Alongside relevant ones I'd finally try to cure you
No cathedral can be seen across the land but we'll be
Wrapped in clarity and the precision of kings
We'll be wrapped in the precision of kings
We'll be found