I've got a hand in truth
I try to be partial to thought
Defined by what I do
I'm warping things too wide and broad
The world has lighter states and windows that befog the eyes
I'm gift-wrapping paper weights
And smash them in Hit-and-Run-style
For others to amalgamate
I shine light like Caravaggio I shine light like Caravaggio
I shine light like Caravaggio I shine light like Caravaggio
I know, it's what I dare to show
Like bringing the flame to the moth
Excitedly letching for more
Like wrapping a statue in cloth
And leading a sailor to shore
A dazzlingly wavering sight, a Leitmotif steady as stone
A steady companion to time
Smokes and mirrors down to the bone
The heart string connected to pride
And it might feel lost
And it might breed scorn
The promises made to sense back in the day
Have turned into peaceful obsession today
Someone will always shed brightness down on the way
Like bringing the flame to the moth...