Fall upon my brow this signature of love
Descending from the canopy of poison vapour
Filtered through the cold this magic of the air
Is blushing every cheek and every soul thereafter
Wake up to the light the light that's always there
Your mind is tangled from its ever-thinking glory [bad word] your fingers through your bristling beard or hair
And watch the endless butterflies within escaping
Fall upon my lap your signature of God
Descendant from the everlasting curdling wonder
Let the blinkers flake and wipe the dust away
Let ripples settle and the riverbed appear
Wake up to the light the light that's always there
Your mind untangled from its ever-thinking glory [bad word] your fingers through my bristling beard and hair
And watch the endless butterflies around returning