Above the sway of the river
Beneath the walls of the Abyss...

A repeat of one symbol
For what is it representable...

Pretty is your lies that sparkle in the night
Pretty is your love that comes back to bite...

I made this mistake once...
and promised never to do it again...

Feeling but not understanding
What does this mean...

You saw me every day.
Listened to all I had to say...

His face is worn from many of years
Creased from all the thoughts and tears...

In dreams we live
to do what we can not do...