Hark! A chalice falls,
Into the crystal hands of a maiden...

Blow out the lantern's core,
In the pitch black room named the darkest hour...

Miracles can happen,
At the bottom of the sea...

"A bird!" cried he, and tipped his head...
Mouth open, as if the cloud would crack...

Oh, you child of Earth and seed,
Wingless fledgling of ochre blood...

I turned my back to the Sun's harsh rays,
Haven't a lust for light these days...

You've got constellations hidden in your smile,
Show them to me...

What's the beauty of the setting sun?
The colours although the night has come...

Why are there never as many roses as thorns?
One flower...

Bring your hopes to me,
I will set them free...

[Watching]
As you nurse that flaw...

Logic cannot change the way,
These worlds dance with a dying sun...