She reclines, closing her eyes the silhouette is bound to Writhe

Light birds and fireflies settle around her

Days grow, long strange feeling, waterfalls shine this time of year

Our lives go down the stream, shooting the rapids bright as gold

The arms you gave me bright as the eye of the hurricane

We're all just the sage going.

Every moment is perfect, no sin is a jewel

If man is a prophet at the mercy of a fool

Watching seasons go as sunshine turns blue and blue so close



The great ghost feeling the music is

The moment is perfect, the eye's a jewel

If man is a prophet with the mercy of a fool