Fingers touch the ribbon,
Of comfort,
And the soft cold linen,
Desires to be felt,
...
Fields and meadows,
Pass me by,
I dodge in and out of trees,
God i wish i could fly.
...
The black mist,
Rose from the depth of human knowledge,
And as the artificial light,
Spilled over the rough and rocky land,
...
Who will decide,
If i turn heads,
And make people weep,
In admiration.
...
All at once the sky was a blanket of white,
And the snow fell silently through the night,
And in the morning they awoke,
To find snowy billows of smoke.
...
The power of the free,
The boundless limits,
Of liberty,
The callous justice,
...
Irrelevent is the name,
Of the soft churning,
Manipulating waters,
Of fate,
...
Throw me a line here,
Or there,
Thats not what i meant,
Throw me a line not a line,
...
The vortex of infinity,
Indefinite swirls,
Of cloudy dust,
Haze around thoughts,
...