I'm walking down these panes of glass
The lines of paths I never knew...

I was born an angel to die
So that you'd get your wings and fly...

"You fear your death, my love?
I ask you why, right now...

Like the tide tugging on the bay
Platforms rise to slow the rain...

Little Alice
Asleep in the snow...

She sat amongst the grasses that swayed and...
She laughed so sweet, so gentle that the flowers...

Above the Furness, with oak held tight beneath
There is the golden highway, flighty nectar racing...

I kept running and searching
Dying inside...

We are masters in our art
A whole world schooled in deception...

Black lake
Crimson lights...

Do you know how much it pains me
To always stand at the side...

It is silent, all too silent
Even deep within my bones...