When you are near me,
The sky starts to twist...

Like knife,
Like dagger...

From passive grey,
To a dimmer tone...

Strike, strike, succeed,
Born at last the presence comes...

Ragged flag falls,
Banner plucked from the sky...

A smile that brings nought,
No sun, no cheery song...

Wandering days,
Head in clouds...

Precious time,
Such a gift...

Fall down,
Oh gentle angel...

Nothing to give,
Nothing to lose...

Gentle touch,
Draws a line...

Slipping into eternity,
An ecstasy of tumbles...