The World

Lyrics

[Intro]
The four winds settle.
The corners hold.

[Verse 1]
The lion waits at the lower right, the eagle cuts the draft.
The bull is heavy on the earth, the angel holds the map.
They stare from the clouds in the corners of the sky,
Watching the slow rotation go by.
And here in the negative space you spin,
Naked and draped in a violet skin.

[Chorus]
Step inside the laurel ring, bound by a crimson thread.
Every pattern you ever chased is lighting up your head.
A wand in the left hand, a wand in the right.
The circle is finished, but it isn’t pulled tight.
It holds you inside, it pushes you loose.
This is the summit. This is the truth.

[Verse 2]
One leg crossed in the Hanged Man’s pose, but walking on the air.
You carried the weight of the journey here to find a mirror there.
Just three red berries tucked in the lowest vine,
Marking the edge of the open mind.
You measure the rhythm, you master the song,
But what do you do when there's nothing left drawn?

[Chorus]
Step inside the laurel ring, bound by a crimson thread.
Every pattern you ever chased is lighting up your head.
A wand in the left hand, a wand in the right.
The circle is finished, but it isn’t pulled tight.
It holds you inside, it pushes you loose.
This is the summit. This is the truth.

[Bridge]
The sky is a pale and absolute blue.
The four ancient watchers are staring at you.
You wanted to finish the great design,
To drag every shadow across the line,
But a perfect loop becomes a velvet trap, if you never learn to step...
Through.

[Outro]
So take the last turn.
And make it the first.
The laurel is green but the leaves have a thirst.
A wand in the left hand.
A wand in the right.
The four beasts close their eyes.
Goodnight.