Retire the bedding
Of silk and crimson...

I leave the carnival alone that we toured through...
I feel that when it must move on these summer...

In this waking, all is shaking
Dew on flesh, a visions breaking...

Am I now to study my reaction to affliction
With loneliness at the left hand of my distress...

In the evening
On a night not unlike this...

Each day I find there's fallacy
Reminders of my frailty...

We chance upon coincidences daily
Let lust confuse the truth about the way we...

When I was done
Trippen' the blue...

A lonely miner carries against his skin
The only gem he's ever found...

My heart jumps in sport, as to get to you
Chanting it's thunder, and echoes ensue...