Oh light in time of darkness. When your eyes on mine fell. My heart on timeless waters drifted. . chorus:. . I want to know you. I want to know you. I want to know you well.
I refuse to relive my past. live with no discretion in my head. all the hours I was living. inside I was dead. I refuse to reflect upon a past that I now regret.
cast me into darkness and rob me of all prosperity. turn myself against myself. try and recreate me. are you obsessed with possession or possessed by obsession.
The natural cards revolve ever changing. Seeded elsewhere planted in the garden. Fair grow trees, grow trees. . Tongues of the sheer wind. Setting you foot where the sand is untrodden.
bound by inability and left to suffer the absence. words have failed me once again. attempts at completion have again left me empty. fate's design has forced me.
Gather round friends and I'll show you what I made. Something in my bag that'll surprise you all. It's a secret, don't push, I'm not ready. Something to dazzle your eyes, oh.
swallowed again. I fell in too deep. I reach out my hand only to fall witness to my shadows blood. these eyes have never betrayed. next time I'll know better.
Count me out of your aspirations. As I tear down your ambitions. No devotion, no obligation. As contagions fill the air. You've exhausted every option.
We're all still here, no one has gone away. Waiting, acting much too well and procrastinating. . The cross of the earth, the four winds point them. Body to body sees to anoint them.
Sardis. (Oud Tune). Lesbos, dawn, Lesbos, evening. Aegean Sea, dreams fade. Port of Sybaris, go down Sybaris. Huntress, hold my gaze. . I sailed out from Sardis just one day past.
Our teeth break on nails yet we chew on them still. as moths to a flame. no one is saved. no one still lives. driven by guilt and greed and numb to all extremes.
You that create the diversity of the forms. Open to my words. You that divide it and multiply it. Hear my sounds. . I make yield league to you. Ancient associates and fellow wanderers.
you're always pointing fingers. you're too blind to be. to proud to blame yourself and too afraid to see. you're always pointing fingers. they should be pointed inward.
I know you. through and through. Saw you kiss the flowers. For hours and hours. Saw you colour the flowers. For hours and hours. . You and all the ones I've known.
in a wave of forgiveness. on angels wings. we dare to breathe. reach out your hands. don't turn your back, don't walk away. How in the world could i wish for this.
I slowly suffocate the pain. Naming my tears rain. Pretend like I'm doing ok,. Never really cared for you anyway;. Guess this pain is what lets me breathe,.
It's of a famous highwayman a story I will tell. His name was Hirem Pawnitof, in bread street he did dwell. Through all the storms of his career few troubles he had missed.
swallowing an ocean of absence. soaking in the tortured admissions and passionate denials. the absent friends and enemies, the manufactured threats. the crushing weight of memories are all that I have left.
Your popularity contest veiled as a revolution. wallow in misery, suffer your celebrity. hold your status above me. hold it high above me. wallow in your misery, suffer your celebrity.