Drifting off to sleep
As the night wraps me in shadows...

A sweet, fierce joy rushes toward me, fills me...
I creep out and slide to a stop on the roof tiles...

Through the Mirrormask he went
And never did come back...

Such is the pity of mortals
To shoot and kill...

Moon of Crimson shining bright
Tempting you to take a bite...

Long ago was black and white
A life without a clue...

From walls of mighty China
To England's Earl Grey Tea...

Dive deep
Dive true...