ThouShaltNot - Cardinal Directions lyrics

I split the atom of one second Choosing history's lathe Each word summons now the next A master to his slave Countless links Within some silent chain And time becomes the sediment that drifts to algae Divorced from comets' trains In the East, a reflection Of the Western sunset North, South, pole to pole Turn back in regret And to the East I might stumble To the West I would crawl And if North is the winter Then South is the fall And if I had my way, I'd make the clock rewind I'd live again that moment, though I know I'll never find The future that I missed, a parallel line Where the world would be so bright that it could make us all go blind And if I had my day, there's so much I'd reclaim The sanctity of motion, the neverending rain The cardinal directions, all pointing to the past Where realities converge, and for a moment, we're the same And magnets spin the compa** In an embryonic flame Somewhere is the promise Of an uncharted trail With seven hundred branching limbs And seven hundred ways to fail To the East, a reflection Of the new moon in the West Her timeless watch is quiet Over tides of her unrest To the North is the current Of a man breathing out Giving birth to the breeze To be inhaled in the South And if I had my way, I'd make the clock rewind I'd live again that moment, though I know I'll never find The future that I missed, a parallel line Where the world would be so bright that it could make us all go blind And if I had my day, there's so much I'd reclaim The sanctity of motion, the neverending rain The cardinal directions, all pointing to the past Where realities converge, and for a moment, we're the same Same as always Same as always And if I had my way, I'd make the clock rewind I'd live again that moment, though I know I'll never find The future that I missed, a parallel line Where the world would be so bright that it could make us all go blind And if I had my day, there's so much I'd reclaim The sanctity of motion, the neverending rain The cardinal directions, all pointing to the past Where realities converge, and for a moment, we're the same