Even In The Loom Of A Caress

Deep in the folds of an unknown sky
Seeds of the earth descending
The gospel's alive in a newborn eye
And the ones that are never-ending

They cheer for the champion
Hiss at the lemon
Clinging onto the stand
Should I ever be one of them?
Bothered from halo to hem
Numb as the love they defend
I'd feel everything

Even in the loom of a caress
Even in the еbb
Even in the loom of a caress

In-bеtween here and the other side
Like snow on a bowing sunflower
Seasons, they change, nervously and shy
Of the same successor's power

They purge the peculiar
Despise the doer
And hate what they don't understand
Should God ever be at my hand
With body and muscle and gland
True as the day will command
I'd feel everything

Even in the loom of a caress
Even in the ebb
Even in the loom of a caress
Even in the loom of a caress