Began in a field
With the walls closing in
There was nothing to fear Not even our shadows
A dimension inverted A dimension injected
All the plans we had drawn up The lines intersected
I was polishing a sculpture of a goddess
She came to life and smoothed out all my edges
Miraculous Like a cure
It was everything we wanted
The love that we created
We tore it all apart
It began in a field
And everything And everything
All collapsed into a cross I had to run all the errands
It was the eye of the storm I resupplied all the arguments
With all of the evidence That I had destroyed
I
had to run all the errands It was the eye of the storm
