I am not myself in my dreams
Receding shores carry away the darkness
Only death can watch over
These ceremonies of love

Euphoric suffering can no longer bare the greed
Fruits of our labor rotting as we tend the burning bush
Unconditional freedom pupils
Doesn't take much to make you bleed
Something about healing
I couldn't listen, my eyes cast no spark

Queuing insufficient funds
Our trust could hardly cure the madness
Swinging back and forth to the future
If only my imagination were wider
Then I'd spend it loving further
Swim above the sea, let your spark expand wider