Forsaken spirit clothed in night,
Displayed against unwritten stars...

Verse One
Instead of singing on a lonesome stage...

Alone with shattered heartbeats
in solitude of Neverland's pulse...

Bend the hand which marks the wheel
[It turns with silent grace...

Quiet breathing inhaling scent of a charged...
Creeking chains brush metal poles with a clatter...

Tomorrow water may drown sorrows of my heart
Yet this moment it resides within a trembling lip...

Realisim ceases,
Desolate pieces...