I cried last night
in memory of sorrow...

In pure molten perfection,
I find your solemn face...

This distance driving me crazy,
A ceaseless tearing at my spirit...

Through the purple meadows,
Along the yellow pines...

Wading in the placid mist,
of my memory's demise...

Searching for the message,
within my tear stained hands...

I lie awake, unknowing,
of what my fate holds for me...

Let me guide you
follow, I'll lead you...

Haunted by the passion,
that falls under your name...

Sitting alone she waits for dawn,
a time to give her hope...

I'm giving you my heart tonight,
as I dodge my dreams awake...

As the sun goes down so does my heart,
I've made pulling down spirits into an art...