where the sun rises they'll sit all morning
Where the sun sets they sit on their hands

Feathers and wires are collecting dust,
While she's twisting and turning beneath the sheets,
In a house of cloth a man treats a cut,
By burning some incense and caressing the skin
And this can't be written off as a
trick of the hand
It's an insult to even consider such things
His knowledge might as well be as old as planets, but this man's
ashes have been scattered on a westerly wind

and they land between the pews of a church in the projects
Where a special guest stands with a bald little girl
And the audience watch teary eyed, but he doesn't relent,
he keeps up his act as he screams to the skies
"Let this devil-bought sickness be gone from Gods child!"
so many prayers have been whispered on sleepless nights
her mother watches on with so much hope in her smile
That she coughs up a fortune and lets her daughter die

where the sun rises there's energy flowing
where the sun sets men formulate plans

Who can say what he glimpsed was a white sheet or spirit
Or if the crossroads we met at were already paved
If the ley lines over my skin were telling her secrets
It's as deep as a black hole and malleable as clay
So i place my faith in the narrow line of my vision
Accept what's above and behind me to be unexplained
Cause in truth its a tapestry intricately woven
And we'll unravel it to the end of our days