Lyrics
Forty nights under iron skies
Meaning in every line
Dust suspended in the beam
Like lessons buried in a dream
Forty miles of fading light
No witness and no decree
Just a whisper in the dark
Breathing next to me
I know not how the lines were drawn
Or where they're meant to lead
But every time I count it out
It circles back to me
Forty seven and three
It's written in the sand
In the rise and in the fall
In the shaping of a hand
I cannot name the architect
But I feel the symmetry
Forty seven and three
Six turns of the spinning sphere
Then the seventh drawing near
A stillness in the undertow
Like the end was always here
Seven shadows stretch and fade
Across the dust and stone
Every circle closes slow
Before you find your home
It all was counted long before
There were any eyes to see
Now the rhythm moves beneath
And brings you to your knees
Forty seven and three
Within the harlot and the thief
It hums with ancient fire
Into souls without belief
I don't claim to understand
This path laid out for me
Forty seven and three
I didn't build the mountain
I didn't set the sea
But something keeps on counting
Forty... seven... three
Three lines in the darkness
Seven days to breathe
Forty steps through silence
Before you finally see
Forty seven and three
In every breath I breathe
In the touch of hands unseen
Holding everything
I cannot solve the riddle
But it won't let go of me
Forty seven and three
Forty
Seven
Three