Pining for a soft impression of a beautiful description,
wanting to let you in but you need the inscription
lying in the abstract of my mind’s hurried construction.

But the rivers keep flowing,
and pretending I’m healed
doesn’t really solve anything.
Finding more excuses to lie
when the evening draws near,
but no one’s here to disagree.

Gothic spires scratching the sky,
stained-glass windows opening
in the dark jaws of eternity.
People gathering at the doors
expecting the light inside
to shine each path they lead.

To shine each path they lead,
expecting the light inside,
people gathering at the doors.
In the dark jaws of eternity,
stained-glass windows opening,
gothic spires scratching the sky.

But no one’s here to disagree
when the evening draws near,
finding more excuses to lie.
Doesn’t really solve anything;
and pretending I’m healed…
but the rivers keep flowing.

Lying in the abstract of my mind’s hurried construction,
wanting to let you in but you need the inscription,
pining for a soft impression of a beautiful description.