Closed Circuits - The Winding Sheet Lyrics

There are no surfaces here
No edges that can cut
The words have been turned over and over
Until the consonants ran out
And all sensation is woven into
The threads of a winding sheet
So closely bound together
No pattern can be seen

And you say
Things aren't quite what they seem
So please forgive
This moment of relief
Led astray by the comfort in defeat
Won't you please
Allow me this relief

And the ink runs across the margins
Along the lines of your palm
Mapping out all that you've held
But nothing you've touched
And the prints you leave in your place
All blur into one
A palimpsest of being
Fading in the sun

And you said that things
Aren't quite what they seem
But is this peace?
Could this be peace?