I cant make anything of why the brightest light faded Or how you slept a sleepless slumber Through the rhythm of a timeless season You are the dark of my soul And its your love that I steal And youre my cuts that wont close This Im certain, this Im certain, this Im certain You dont see anything Through all your worries and the worst in people Youre the builder of your own high temple And thats the magic of your mind Youre the reason that Im down But youre the promise that Ive found And youre all that Ive got Whos the meanest, whos a genius, whos mine I cant take anything from the bed you lay in wonder From the morning come like thunder Its the downfall of your time Youre the dark of our home But still the hope that I feel wont let up or let go This Im certain, this Im certain, this Im certain
certain, who, anything, meanest, builder