Sunshine warming the small of my back. Whatever virtues I lack. You can't see until I move. Until I move in the shade. Sunshine in the shade. Sunshine in the shade.
I love the breeze. The one I miss is in the breeze. You are the breeze. I love the water. The one I miss is in the water. You are the water. I love the life.
Heart of stone -- I tried to reach you. Of the altar stone -- I tried to warn you. But you were not alone -- you wouldn't take the call. You wear brimstone -- I tried to warm you.
Some people make it. Some people try. Some people break it. Some people cry. Some people lose it. Some people find. Some people lead us. And some are behind.
All I feel is the shuttered room. The striped light of detention. All I smell is shattered bone. Far too relevant to mention. . In the shuttered room.
Turn your eyes to the page. read about the living age. polish up your crystal ball. check the night before it falls. Let it go. Please beware of nature's witch.
It could happen to you, it could happen to me or anyone. Treading the mill, coming-of-age, and it falls undone. Here we stand, are you lost for sure?.
Are you locked in the paranoia. You should enjoy the sense of doubt. Break down the walls of institution. I'm going to let my paganism out. . A god of light, baron of evil.
We are passengers in time. Lost in motion, locked together. Day and night, by trick of light. But I must take another journey. We must meet with other names.