I'm a wheel you're turning till the edge appears
I'm a wheel you're turning to the edge
I'm a fire you're making
We'll be celebrating
When the axle summons the spoke
I'm a dream recurring
I'm a gut that's churning
At the thought of saying the oath
I'm a wheel you're turning
I'm a mother yearning
For the 'cosm inside the yolk
Oh, in the yolk, in the yolk
In the yolk, in the yolk
I'll see you in the morning like every other morning
And I'll see you in the evening with my doubts
I'll see you in the morning like every other morning
And I'll see you in the evening without
Knowing where I stand
Where I stand
Knowing where I stand
Where I stand
The halls I had known came down like a cleaver
So I tied up my yoke to something familiar
Oh, I'll get back to you when the day is done
Oh, I'll get back to you when my life is over
I'll get back to you when our time is up
Oh, I'll get back to you when my life is over
I'm an altar burning
The aroma swerving
Past the columns and doorways of old
I'm a light that's flying towards the end of time and
Yeah, show me what's inside the yolk
When will I know?
Will I know?
When will I know?
Will I know?
When will I know what's inside the yolk?