Science and technology
slayers of myth and religion...

Martyrs of existentialism
seeking our own lost causes...

A pariah
of my own Parnassus...

Just as there are some things
that must be seen to be believed...

If I could
I would make a place for you...

I had a dream
of salvation in the night...

And finally
we awoke, talking...

Emit time
allusion, delusion...

Memories of you
haunt...

The clouds are a shroud
draped softly over me...

I don't think
i'll ever get over...

I can feel your eyes
but cannot meet them...