While You're away
I sit and I strew
While you're away
yet for another day
...
Maybe I should have paused and thought of our fate
Perhaps then it wouldn't be too late
Now I am behind this iron gate; is this our fate?
No Matter; it's too late and there will be no escape
...
As the diludid shoots clear
we know in our mind
that it's tainted to drown
and put all your fears behind
...