[Lyric] Watcher of Flowers (Little Spiderhunter)

I pity the watcher of flowers
Who watches the petals unfold
To give pollen, and when the sun exits, closes its doors once more
I pity the sky biographer
Who records the life of a star
The patterns, the gasses which fatten, before collapsing once more

Is there another consciousness?
Is there another way?
Can the cycle be overcome?
Are therе breaks in the chains?

I too have plundеred the archives
To find patterns we lose or we hide
Things expanding, like hearts and empires, then rotting away from inside
I too have climbed this steeple
To open the clock’s face
Peaked inside only to find that there’s nothing but time and space

Is there another consciousness?
Is there another way?
Can the cycle be overcome?
Are there breaks in the chain?
Is there another consciousness?
Is there another way?
Can the cycle be overcome?
Are there breaks in the chain?