You could all see from the way she walked in she...
and do we lie...

Something gentle:
original prediction...

Not another solution,
chaotic anti-nation...

Now you've got a space,
to compromise...

Floating from dream to dream like
something from a...

She flies around our heads,
asks us, when it ends...

Confiscate dreams of truth,
secret denier...

Its nice when you get that feeling inside
and...

Mind, breaths slipping,
turning...

Flawless echoes from the middle distance,
creative existance upon us...

As i sit here,
enjoying...

I could just slip,
back to the rumor...