Time begins to grow short
We all start to move along...

The feeling of your manipulation
Is keen enough to make me recoil...

It's dark now,
I can't see anymore...

The infirmity of the future
Flows through her veins...

The ship glides across the long darkened sea
Its sharpened silhouettes soaring high...

I'm the one, who is again abandoned, verging on...
Wishing things went untold and without a say...

Her gentle movements,
Soft glides...