Even aloe cannot soothe this summer's burn,
for it comes not from sun, but of sin and scorn...

Sing, sing oh morning breeze
and calm the solemn, envious night...

The truth,
in all honesty...

Look at me.
I feel your heart racing...

If I could taste the color blue,
if I could change both me and you...

Bridge of ruby yawns and stretches,
waking pool of cerulean blue...

The man stared at the ring
that hung around his neck...

A collied wind blew over seas,
the dust a trailing song...

Sleep tight...
as the wind rattles your chains...