Somewhere between serenity and understanding
Somehow lost within words we’ll never say...

Iridescent light fades
Fighting to a loss against the dark...

Far beyond the needs of succour
Out of the reach of suffering...

A hundred thousand thoughts
Go drifting through my head...

The saints they just told a lie
Heavens gone out of reach...

Bobbing past bubbles
In the warm I’m a happy rubber duck...

You aren’t mean to be
wrong and impossible...

There is a man, no-one has seen
Whose eyes are a sickly shade of green...

The grey is lost
And nothing can take it back from you...

"Who are you" speaks the king
"I am death and but a small little thing...

On winter’s edge where shadows creep
When the naive lay fast asleep...

One night when all dreams evaded
Beneath a starless sky...