Thread of Fate

This sound, this space,

this time.

Every word upon the page

Every chord that sets the stage

Breathed to life inside the room

Written, produced, and built to bloom

It's written, produced,

and written by

hands

Published and spoken across these dry lands

Every note is a story,

every line is a prayer

Cowan's own hand is carving it there (ooh-ooh)

In the quiet of the night

Working under amber light

Every lyric, every line

Published in the grand design

It's written, produced, and written by hands

Published and spoken across these dry lands

Every note is a story,

every line is a prayer

Cowan's own hand is carving it there

Written and produced

Wrote and published

All of the words (hummmm)