There was light on their wings As I slipped into the water There was light on their wings
There was gold on their hands As they pushed weight upon me There was gold on their hands
Multiplying in number all around me The seven in addition to the nine I won't wrestle I won't fight This is what the anchor taught me I won't wrestle in the absence of light
Magnifying their thoughts that never leave me The red is now reflected in the gold I will hide among the ghosts and the rooms of sixteen shimmers, I will listen when my secrets are told.
There was love in their wings And a face filled with indifference