Silky oak softly sways Your shadows dance across my face Slow thaw as winter fades Escape the hold of his cold embrace These things take time to come undone But I'm starting to become Gold arrival of the dawn I'm starting to become Please forgive my vacancy Got lost in spaces in between My imagined penitentiary was a chrysalis; a nativity These things take time to come undone But I'm starting to become Gold arrival of the dawn I'm starting to become Though dark the corners of this church Have faith, the pilot always burns It always burns It always burns