[Lyric] To Reap the Flame with Fingers and a Tongue (Latitude Egress)

You came swift as a golden stream running by
As I did stand tall and but ankle-deep
'Twas the ripple calm that never made me see
'Twas the ripple calm that never made me see

And as I do reason myself back
Into a shallow piece of mind, I see that
True art is that of the trembling heart

And what would I give to return and plunge an eye
Into my delicate rush fading by
'Twas at a crossing I had stumbled
And fell in waters clear but bold

And as I do reason myself back
Into a shallow piece of mind, I see that
True art is that of the trembling heart

And as before I swear the cursed oath
To heed and learn from times that were
And I reap the flame with fingers and a tongue
'Tis these directionless words I write
Before I return to mediocrity
True art is that of the trembling art