they have burn holes in their flesh
from falling asleep with cigarettes
and i wonder why
my skin does creep
...
sweetly, we, of our aquamarines,
drifting in and out of the consciousness
the velvet of our words did create
and the raw timbre
...
The fairytale is lovely,
It glitters with its gold.
And everything we ever feared
Has drifted off into the dark.
...
This is everything,
all that truly matters rides on this moment,
and though the wind blows cold
nothing could stop me
...
sweet sleep take me with you
let me ride aloft your feathery wings
into the night sky
sing me gentle lullabies with your soft-toned wind
...