The sacred and the scared align and

Call on me to break the ballerina's spine.

My heart has fallen where he lands, when

He lands.

The sound of every word you said hit

Like a wave of infra red... i'd really like

To stay but i've got to go home, alone.

Summer came and summer went while

We contrived to re-invent the scene serene.

The sound of every word you said hit

Like a wave of infra red ; i'd really like to

Stay...

Frosted glass the window stains your

Face and shattered ice becomes kaleidoscopes

Of colour, taste and sound and turns the

Ground into the liquid of the sea, the

Liquid friction of the see-saw swaying,

Drugged among the shards of splintered

Snow to where the ultraviolet rays stain

The whiteness of your skin where wheels

Of white light shine and spin towards the

Essence of the end, then re-beginning

In slow-motion... slow-motion...