The sacred words spoken
-hands on - hands off...

Dance so lightly,
With the faeries beneath your feet...

We all have choices
in a secret life...

After all have gone
Beneath the wooden staircase...

I desire my death and all the spirits within,
I strike my fears and all is finished again...

You Hear It's Wings Flap.
High On The Church's Steeple...

And the day may come,
that I forget it all...

Look to see the frozen sunset,
Evidence and proof of the past...

Take a look in your eyes,
Caress the silken petal...

Forever crawling in a maze,
Lost in a haze...

All these words that are thrown at me
All these cries I have to hear...

He's always looking,
Around and around...