If I could take it all apart and hold it still enough Then we could see exactly what is keeping this aloft On spite of all of this incessant circling over us And even what we love the most calls our ship to the rocks The pretty way you mutilate the mystery And hang it up and let the light stab through the flimsy fabric I never understood before I never wanted the floor But now I'm in the throes Now I'm in the throes Now I'm in the throes of it