If I could take it all apart and hold it still enough
Then we could see exactly what is keeping this aloft
On spite of all of this incessant circling over us
And even what we love the most calls our ship to the rocks
The pretty way you mutilate the mystery
And hang it up and let the light stab through the flimsy fabric
I never understood before
I never wanted the floor
But now I'm in the throes
Now I'm in the throes
Now I'm in the throes of it