Deluge - Wayne Shorter

From the remotest distance Fragments of memory irradiate Scattered and diffracted Carried by cosmic noise We've been left to harvest The fallout of these wavering myriads Looming in the blackness Sparsely overgrowing And colonizing our background Our history unfolds As the record of a broken enchantment A steadfast melting That has us wading across dissipation In perpetuum We are one with our wound Before and after the deluge And no one will rescue us From what we did to ourselves Except the blaze we're dancing in How could our fire turn so cold? No rain will ever mend our scourge No rain will ever soothe our burns From the moment we left our marks We severed the fibres that tied us to meaning For every existence Stems from mutilation Beyond life and mechanism We lie inert Observing a fissure in the fabric of matter In perpetuum We are one with our wound Before and after the deluge And no one will rescue us From what we did to ourselves Except the blaze we're dancing in How could our fire turn so cold? No rain will ever mend our scourge No rain will ever soothe our burns Beyond life and mechanism We lie inert Observing a fissure in the fabric of matter In perpetuum