Falling Open

[Intro]
I see (I see)
What isn't there and what might be: (What isn't there and what might be:)
All the pages falling open
(All the pages falling open)

[Verse]
Out of my grasp
The future floods my fingers:
(Floods my fingers:)
The blood that binds the bone
For us a given, unforgiving known
(All I've known unknowing)
Although I'm stumbling onward on the words
The script is always clasped
Within my hand, encrypted
(Now I see)

[Bridge]
A loosening grip
A palm asweat from clenching...
The binding's ripped, leaves fluttering to the floor

[Outro]
The book slips through my fingers
All the pages falling open
Falling open
(All the pages) Falling open
Falling open
(Falling open)
(Falling open)
(Falling open)
(Falling open)