Only the Moon Knows

Sacred grace beholds painted fields
There's vetiver beyond the lake
Where we faced the bishop's blade
The illusion of will was untrue
Only the moon knows
Of dreams of the righteous will
As winter nights divide the time
I revel in the divine way
Shine on, babe, though
We're never going back again
We're under the pressure of
Nameless reckoners
The iron hand of death in a velvet glove
Leads wooden ships that carry us home
Talking to the wind through the smoke
Beloved, it was I who changed
Only the moon knows
Of dreams of the righteous will
As winter nights divide the time
I revel in the divine way
Shine on, babe, though
We're never going back again
We're under the pressure of
Nameless reckoners