The arc of sound It's the prism of the human heart Unspoiled, they're yearning My feet are on that circular path And I'm returning Yeah, I'm returning, I'm back to the place I've never been Eyes like two headlights in the fog The slate wiped clean Like a beast, it sounds Through the chasm of the beaten heart And now I'm burning Like greenwood upon the fire In my returning Heading out upon this coast of a road Beyond reach of desire Desire, desire Desire, desire Desire ♪ Birth pains of the new moon I hope this spell don't break too soon Last bones are the old new Well, I hope that I don't wake too soon (too soon) Dreams scrolling back through the years Laid out like reins on a tree Feed a feeling for the path The circle turning me Returning me back to the place I'll never be ♪ The arc of sound It's the prism of the human heart Year-round, it splits And I see you standing there inside of its dark, bright rainbow Yeah, you're standing there inside of its dark, bright rainbow Dark, bright rainbow Dark, bright rainbow Feed a feeling for the path The slate wiped clean One moment wintery and gray Next moment bountiful and green One moment wintery and gray Next moment bountiful and green One moment wintery and gray Next moment bountiful and green Wintery and gray, bountiful and green Wintery and gray, bountiful and green Wintery and gray, bountiful and green Wintery and gray, bountiful and green Wintery and gray, bountiful and green Wintery and gray, bountiful and green