I.I.O.T.

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