A beautiful design weaves its way around my soul
And there are nights inside when I decry the whole
In favour of the incomplete that rocks me back to sleep
And I’ve learned that there are promises that I just cannot keep
So I try to look to you as if you know the way
But you are full of the unspoken that you do not say
As I wait in lines of undefined for something to be real
It is a mystery of darkness the tapestry I feel