and in the simplest of words, she knew about forgiveness   and in passing, something true cried out   as the wheel began to turn, there it loomed and burned   in the awkwardness at hand, i don't understand   lucid anne, lucid anne   lucid anne, lucid anne   and when she woke up from the day before   no recollection of events which took place somewhere   laughing only at the lines that now traced her eyes   looking backwards through the glass, i think i missed the point   lucid anne, lucid anne   lucid anne, lucid anne   lucid anne, lucid anne   and in the simplest of words, she spoke the only answer   and in passing, something new cried out   as the wheels began to turn, there it loomed and burned   in the awkwardness at hand, now i understand