"Aye, the crags are crooked up there on the...
Are you tired, with your arms like feebled straw...

I am stuck here
Stretched across infinity...

They say I'm running out of hours
But these days are hard to see...

Everything's burning
Everything dies...

So pale, translucent
And she stands, still proud...

We are but ribbons floating in the wind, refusing...
Around each merry maypole we leap, we twist, we...

Sand through the timer
Dripping, unstitching, undone...

And what it all boils down to
Is that I can never really love you...

It shifts before my eyes
Over and over and over again...

I don’t know where you will find me
Darkness ties but cannot bind me...

Life sometimes gets a little complicated
And death takes us all for fools...

When will the world wake up
From its sleeping game...