Crashing into electric silence
held by the woods where i will soon be buried...

Morning deliverance
sun is down...

Bring me the pen
just hand me the pen...

Crumpled, old newspaper lying on the floor
it’s time has past, it has no more purpose...

Crispily white when
they dance inside icy airs...

And world on that day,
it ended so soft in a rainlight...

There she stands,
a tragic beauty, only enhanced...

Her cheek is growing colder,
marked with fear...

Where again
did you leave that...

My my, beautiful,
how you've changed...

Under the stars, golden and bright
we stare in awe at the spacious skies...

Caught up in a blaze of glory
the sky comes crumbling down...