Author Lyrics & Chords By I Built The Cross

Mighty, eternal author
Creation, a dancer poised graceful on the razor’s edge. Chance has fathered no a child so elegant, the hand of necessity, glaringly absent
The constants, the quantities, a single voice raised in harmony – from the narrow range in which they lay their fragile hands, they sing a witness to your testimony.
The constants, the quantities, a single voice raised in harmony – from the narrow range in which they lay their fragile hands, they sing a witness to your testimony.
from the narrow range in which they lay their fragile hands, they sing a witness to your testimony.
Intellect beyond our minds.
Majesty beyond comprehension.