Water dribbles past the icy sheath
and pummels sandstone with its shine...

Armed with all our pain and our misgivings
Love's found in the impermanence of living...

The fly was trapped
Held by those silver threads...

The darkness may be heavy,
And you may want to atone...

Dusk fell softly
Like children's footsteps...

Don't let me die yet
I have things to do...

There's something deep inside me
That wants to find a home...

Tears build slowly
Pooling in the aching of my chest...

I don't want to be perceived
Cause I'd rather not be here...

The wail of man-breathed wind floats here
And bodies lay that felt no fear...

In a dungeon bright and cheery
Where my hopes and dreams all lay...

Darling, listen
To my strings humming...