Womb Of The Morning

It’s like we’re sitting in the dark and we don’t know it
Like we’re hidden behind a veil and we don’t know it
Just like a baby in the womb
They don’t know there’s more
There’s more than just the darkness
Just like that baby in the womb
Forming fingers and toes
The hand of the potter
Is forming and molding
It’s like we’re sitting in the dark and we don’t know it