Red House Painters

I can't make anything
of why the brightest light fades
or how you slept a sleepless slumber
and through the rhythm of the timeless season
and you are the dark on my soul
and it's your love that i steal
and you're my cuts that won't close
and this i'm certain
and this i'm certain
and this i'm certain
i don't see anything
through all your worries
and the worst in people
and your'e the builder of your own high temple
and that's the magic of your mind