Melody: | | | | When it should learn to speak before it melts away ) It would express that each have words no one else will say I have been floated to this thought this hour On a series of events I cannot explain Gather your wit, your will, your luck, your power What it would effect That will not remain A light shines through a little hole the hole's inside somewhere The spiracle's obedience it is true, I swear Chorus If one claims to know the way let fashion be his bride And more akin to welcome in to being forced inside Chorus