Are they vagabonds in your phrases

Drowned voices in the edge of time

Amid peals of laughter

In stillness and my beast goes rapidly and hides



My wild thoughts of you

Do they feel this time

See it through to the end



Part is wasted and part stille goes

I won't heed your call

I have left myself here and

I won't let you go

(I may lost myself but your scenes still goes)



My wild thoughts (of you)

Do they know (if I'm guilty)

(Make me wear) this time

See it through to the end