Through the bottom of the glass I saw the spires
Burning up in the fire as the beast hit the door...

These scars will fade
The feeling will stay...

Dare not stare at you
I see through you...

Walk with me
Past what once counted as dreams...

Whenever you stumble
Whenever you fall...

There’s dead men in the reservoir
In the water that we drink...

Afloat but not floating
That’s how I feel...

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee from thine navel to chest...

One man stands by the warmth
Of the cold winter snow...

I’m thinking about thinking
I’m dreaming about dreaming too...

Squashing insects beneath our fingers
No consideration for such little lives...

Sleep
And hear the feeling...