Ah the moonlight's haste
Would not fool me and my own
I'd force [?] for reasons that terrify

We walk the sleep
Twisted up some new kind of light
She still has her way
So hidden she stays alone

Was it my mistake that punched the scar ever deep?
So focused, such hocus
The selfish arts of meanings and motives
No notice in the senseless acts of feelings

Do you know if I can?
Are you sure that I will?
Is it true what they say?
Am I blue as the day that I was born?

Carry me so far
Wonderful as you know you are
I tremble at the nothings
That lie and stain

[?]
A monument to all at the start
Be it simply left for the seekers
As the rough and tumble
Was it my mistake that punched your scar ever deep?
So focused, such hocus
In the selfish arts of feelings
No motives, no notice in the senseless acts of feelings

Do you know if I can?
Are you sure that I will?
Is it true what they say?
Am I blue as the day that I was born?