no long time

those are the angles at which light appears
you wait for time to tell which will mean more
for the last reveller to close the door

the meaning is not known through all the tears
and was not told to us by you before
those are the angles at which light appears

so each one waits and waits all the long years
and what was pleasure slowly turns to chore
until the thing's worn right down to the core
those are the angles at which light appears