It's in the circles 'round a wizard's eye
Chasing dots of light around the sky
It’s in the writings of a brilliant man
Plain to see, a strain to understand
You’re the kind of God who would come up with a round world
Nothing’s quite what it seems
Worms are given wings; you raise your praise from broken things
It’s a strange precious metal, the stuff of your dreams
It’s in the wisdom of a talking beast
It’s in the witness of a silent priest
It’s in the churches ‘round a confounded globe
The more you snuff it out the more it glows
You’re the kind of God who would come up with a round world
Nothing’s quite what it seems
Worms are given wings; you raise your praise from broken things
It’s a strange precious metal, the stuff of your dreams
Men of honor slipping in the back
The fastest runner gasping on the track
We’re not the kind of world that would come up with this God
We’d take a million days, but all the king’s horses and all his men
would get him wrong again
It’s in the madness of a wizard’s quest
To chase a dot of light from east to west
It’s in the writhing of an innocent man
Stretched from pole to pole by the holes in his hands
Men of honor slipping in the back
The fastest runner gasping on the track
I’m caught up in this world, but when I come against this God I break a million ways
It takes all the king’s horses and one king’s son to set me right again
You’re the kind of God who would come up with a round world