With your white arms wrapped about me. And locked in embrace so cold. We slept a 1000 years or more. To awake in a land of gold. . Where, the king of the world was a creature.
Running through my backbrain in the morning. I think that what I'm getting is a warning. Messages are scrambled but they're urgent. Something in the cortex 'bout detergent.
Crystal evenings, long ago, twisted winds and weeping snow. We missed a turning in the past, is there anything that can last. The race is run, the time is right, get out your gun.
Investigate the meaning of your sentence. What is it telling you?. Where does it begin and where does it end?. Question the nature of your orders. Question the nature of your orders.