Please direct your eyesTo the trembling skiesTo the trembling skiesAnd catch every glimpse in all yourWords and all your conjured chordsAs sure as bitter hands resignThe past will be seen in new lightCast upon old words that you thought you’d lost in the fireAnd in this flood these old roads don’t stand a chanceSo breathe it inAnd bask in the raging waterDon’t,Don’t let hindsight drive you madSure enough it canJust hold the past up in clear viewAnd catch every glimpse at once