I'm nestling into the soil, observing it all A peregrine floats above the clouds I don't know if I'll ever espy the root of it all Still I press my face into the ground I'm waitin' for the hammer to fall ♪ I think I'm beginning to see the root of it all Myopia gradually giving way The imminent tide leads to restlessness A forest springs out of the nothingness The fear promenading away In its shadow a void Fix my eye to the barren path Where I only remain I'm shedding the burden of restlessness To rise from the loam of the nothingness