[Verse 1]
All the highs are downwards
All your fumble words are spent
Paying no attention
To the thoughts of your dear friend

[Chorus]
No point louder
The sound of my power
Sink in deeper
Further each hour
My god

[Verse 2]
When our flower's fading
When our stem begins to fold
I will take off quietly
Like a bird that flees the cold

[Chorus]
No point louder
The sound of my power
Sink in deeper
Further each hour
My god[x7]