In sleep I felt them perish
the winds that once did fan...

`Twas hope she once lent us, I see as I gaze,
across the horizon her death sets ablaze...

Our eyes, they did envision.
Our hopes, they did ascend...

Lord, I regret to disturb you.
There appears to be some mistake...

World is sick,
clung to by tired arms...

Denial of the fantastic,
and impossible height...

What else am I left with, but knowledge,
and memories ridden with pain...

How my eyes now long to witness,
how the breeze can stir the dust...

I do not wear white anymore.
The wealth of the rainbows combined...

I found no rest in sleeping
for I dreamt the dream again...

For this did come our saviour
this myriad of sins...

We are dancing in the moonlight
to the sound of summer's breath...