The light we see is from times unknown Put in their place the troubles we are shown We are the root, we are the branch We are the product of a million chances Don't you love the way they dance above you in Dark Skies? They'll trip the sounds up in your mouth So that the words they don't come out right We could be anywhere in this kind of dark Oh let's be anyone. Oh let's be anyone. And they gave us a stage To write our own page of history And yet you still call this design now From the only one who knows I think I'll give the emperor back his clothes Enoch, Neldricken, Valley and Glenhead Are all reflecting the stars overhead Like black glass the water holds our eye Not a movement not a sign of a pitching Leave me suspended like this While the world does its bitching I like to keep my fairytales on shelves My Goldilocks doesn't need explaining Why can't it be just as simple as it looks? Don't need a sermon to balance these books Staring up from the ground as the light it dumbfounds us And yet you still call this design now From the only one who knows I'll think I'll give the emperor back his clothes