There remains a thing we just can't see
And what it is is still untold
It was once a light for you and me
But to grasp is not to hold
So it remains a thing untold
There's a place where we can merely be
If we come in from the cold
Compensate for relativity
It's right there between the folds
The folds, the folds, the folds
But to grasp is not to hold