and in the simplest of words, she knew about forgiveness

and in passing, something true cried out

as the wheel began to turn, there it loomed and burned

in the awkwardness at hand, i don't understand

lucid anne, lucid anne

lucid anne, lucid anne

and when she woke up from the day before

no recollection of events which took place somewhere

laughing only at the lines that now traced her eyes

looking backwards through the glass, i think i missed the

point

and in the simplest of words, she spoke the only answer

and in passing, something new cried out

as the wheels began to turn, there it loomed and burned

in the awkwardness at hand, now i understand