Understand.

Looking back to before I began. 

There was this evening star hanging above the rest.

The shadows of the north reflected into the silver pool,

undermining the rest with the speed of light.

Blue Like Jazz

Made by the twisted hands of creation.

Just in time to show me how it all began.

Bring forth the wild into the darkest pit of the silver pool,

allow my thoughts to find the invisable line you have drawn.

Blue Like Jazz

Underneath the masked formidably.

Eyes turned towards the evening star.

Carrying waves of salted tears,

bringing to His majegesty the rain thats

Blue Like Jazz.