Twilight settles on the fields
I hear the birds and bells in the same song
What comforts me will be gone within the hour
And I'll be waiting by the lamp-pole

Is it bliss or misery if what you see is what you believe?
Thank the loss of innocence, for things are starting to make sense
If you find them so unkind, I'll keep my thoughts confined to my own mind
But don't you trigger me... You know I've lost my heart to the paradise night

A message sent to bury dreams
No need to tell you what it means
And it will stir the hornets deep inside

It's a shame, not a crime
Put the lid on our new time
Leave the room
Things look grim
Amputee... I'm your phantom-limb

The evening primrose blooms...
We used to use it's roots for our blue wine
A scented sentiment saturates the (falling) night
It's almost nine...
I strike a match and set the words alight
Such ill news in a cruel disguise
Yes, it's time for me to go

You can close the shutters now...
You can go to sleep in 'our' bed
Tomorrow I'll be home

Is it bliss or misery if what you see is what you believe?
Thank the loss of innocence, for things are starting to make sense
If you find them to unkind, I'll keep my thoughts confined to my own mind
But don't you trigger me... You know I've lost my heart to the paradise night

So short of hope
Hard not to choke on smoking paint
A soul survived an indoor fire
There's soot on everything
Alien, adhesive skin
The embers glow in the remains

Can you see that far
When the lens is stained with blackened grease?
Can you swim in tar
And still retrieve the heart?
The liquid under film noir?

Back to the scene before the blaze
Behind the scenes, someone misplaced
Pitch in the rain machine
Spray painting the white screen
Sparked my imagination

Can you see that far
When the lens is stained with blackened grease?
Can you swim in tar
And still retrieve the heart?
The liquid under film noir?

Poor, poor blackbirds, wrapt in shadow
Strewn like pebbles on dead meadows
Help me please, I've lost my brother
Summer's song so cruelly smothered

Now I live in my camera obscura
A pinhole eye
Admitting some light
Replacing mine
I am guilty as sin
And so I ran back to the end
Where it began
With arson and a dream
An image feared
Reversed in here
Becoming so clear
And it simply spelled 'The End'

Can you see that far
When the lens is stained with blackened grease?
Can you swim in tar
And still retrieve the heart?
The liquid under film noir?

Outside the wind is roaring, beyond control or melody.
A frantic composition, void of vision, harmony.
Pick a leaf to lead the dance to higher skies.
Perceive perfection.
Chain reaction.
Trigger me.

Break free from gravity.
Soar away to mountains and the sea.
I adjust to trust in my ability to dance among the clouds (and feel complete.)

Imagination needs no eyes.
Shut your eyes to look inside.
Carried by the wind to spin within the symphony.
Reborn to the sky, over clouds of gold I glide.
Just one reflection, the last connection.
Symmetry.

Break free from gravity.
Soar away to mountains and the sea.
I adjust to trust in my ability to dance among the clouds (and feel complete.)

There is no symmetry, no time for tomorrow.
There's just me in my skyscraping dream.

Break free from gravity.
Soar away to mountains and the sea.
I adjust to trust in my ability to dance among the clouds (and feel complete.)

The fabric of a dream dissolved, or so it seemed, in the waking light.
Exchangeable goodbye.
Go on, catch your flight.
It's been a privilege.
Did we shake hands?

Well, mine were shaking still with the passing of the last carts of the train.
And then the lesser half remained.
I surely hope we forged a lasting chain...

That simple, sober style...
Be careful with that smile 'cause you might hurt someone.
And it can't be made undone,
like snow before the sun, or backspace in a message, if you will.
The pain residing still.
We are so much alike, you and I.
Do you know that you radiate like in real life,
when visualised by my third eye?
Or even more so.

And though we live in different time zones,
there is no doubt that we are somehow synchronised.
Like synchronised minds.
Shall we keep this pure and mutual, and ban amorous spoilers from the game?
'Cause it'd be such a shame...

And even though the tragedy of synchro-minds may amplify a thousand times,
I want to see this through.
You know as I do that the unity of synchro-minds stretches over a thousand miles,
so don't you feel blue...
I'll be joining you so soon.

A stroll down memory lane revealed gaps as large as years.
Ambition had the same properties as a butcher's blade.
The solstice in their eyes betrayed a change of seasons in their minds.
Reversed the hourglass impatiently for more wasted time to pass.

Fusion and confusion, hand in hand,
numb to what the heart demands.
Seize what little time we have...
What we have left.

Here comes (the) wintertime, with snow to cover our crimes
and supervise our swift demise, as we urge it to pass us by.
Killing time was a grave mistake.
Sleeping through the years...
Now I can't awake!

Fusion and confusion, hand in hand,
numb to what the heart demands.
Seize what little time we have...
What we have left.
Can't you see that gold is closer to lead then we care for?
And that marble is merely stone?
Precious moments pass to fast.
Faint, new memories kill the last.
On the run.
Come undone?
I may never.

Weren't those the days, my friends?
Lived life without tomorrow.
Now it seems that I'm the subject of a tragedy.
All my goals achieved, but can't recall the roads I travelled.
Count my memories on my hands,
my empty, aging hands.

Slow it down.
Look around in this bitter deception.

Fusion and confusion, hand in hand,
numb to what the heart demands.
Seize what little time we have...
What we have left.

It starts with distant thunder
born under skies, dressed in ochre.
Pressure rising up and over
the anticipating land.

Under layers of white noise
and through the static, sounds a voice.
I want to hear the song it sings again (and again, and again)

I remained outside,
with every nerve alive.
Lightning struck without remorse
and gave a cue to move indoors.
The TV died, as did the lights.
In the dark the radio came to life.

Under layers of white noise
and through the static, sounds a voice.
I want to hear the song it sings again (and again, and again)
The secret station of my choice...
Forgotten music in the noise,
inviting me to dance a minor dance.

Faded an ethereal music that is dying to be heard.
Desperate to mesmerise and capture our hearts.

Wander in beauty, and wonder where I've been...

Under layers of white noise
and through the static, sounds a voice.
I want to hear the song it sings again (and again, and again)

Faded a ethereal music that is dying to be heard.
Desperate to mesmerise and capture our hearts (again)
Aided by a thunderstorm,
I came upon this station from old days.
I intend to seek it out again when I need shelter from the rain.

I wander in beauty, and wonder where I've been.

You pave a way through thick, stale air,
shower a maiden rain.
and in this cascade of memories you wonder
what is a day?

Like this feels, nothing ever will.
Life reveals, kicks in and heals me for a day.

So I guess I paved my way,
never questioning means nor meaning
and in this cascade of memories, aching for significance,
what is a day?

When doubt creeps to the surface, with sunlight brushed away,
then, in these lonely moments, tell me, what is a day?

Like this feels, nothing ever will.
Life reveals, kicks in and heals me for a day.

Like this feels (without a word or whisper) nothing ever will.
Life reveals (without a what or why.)
He walks in and heals me for a day.

Unreal, unravelled,
we travelled light.
Our minds a vacuum
as time went blank and moved aside.
We stepped out of line and changed our bearings,
all and everything by the wayside
and all the while chasing our dreams into a new unknown.

Sky and limit intertwined.
Let's lie with Pan tonight
to rise on phoenix' ashes.
we'll cloud a new horizon line.

Unreal, unravelled,
we've shown ourselves out and take to the back roads,
with pillars of dust in our fiery trail.
Four eyes fixed on a new horizon,
a common dream, or so it would seem.
Yet all the while chasing our tails into a new unknown.

Sky and limit intertwined.
Let's lie with Pan tonight
to rise on phoenix' ashes.
We'll cloud a new horizon line.

I expected no less, yet so much more.
You expected the same, I'm sure.
Let's hope tomorrow proves both of us wrong.

Sky and limit intertwined.
Let's lie with Pan tonight
to rise on phoenix' ashes.
We'll cloud a new horizon line.

Through clouded covered judgement,
into denial of cause
and effect takes a turn
for better or worse.

Trembling, tried and terrified.
Spell cast with open eyes
to greet and feed me
with a smile you mean and a poison you surely don't.
Rushing like rats through my wretched veins,
ever faster, promise racing
to bring some foul salvation
to my weakening carnal cage.

Skinned by a sulphurous jealousy,
spit into wounds that would burn, had I known.

Burns of misplaced ill affection,
such a sweet addiction.
Disintegrating grace,
Eating through my weakening carnal cage.

Skinned by a sulphurous jealousy,
spit into wounds that would burn, had I known.

If I could pinpoint a place where I can still feel you,
would you cut it out of me?
Would you please just cut it out of me?

Deny me, get it over with.
Do us all a favor, see if I care.
Misplace me and I'll grow a shadow
in someone else's life, for all I care.

Skinned by a sulphurous jealousy,
spit into wounds that would burn, had I known.

I fall back in line,
pushed, pulled,
and await my time.

The streets are silent.
A spokesman of the devil waves a hand written letter.
Another twist of fate.
Shadow by the lamp post,
a trench coat in the corner of the eye.
Confessions far too late.

When the shoulder you cried on collapsed under weight,
did you walk away indifferent?
Hearts and spades know the diamond cannot be replaced
by the clover's insignificance.

My song is silent.
The letter shed new light upon the answers never questioned,
your absences of late.
I left the room as the fires raged,
erasing words in the fireplace.
The streets provide more shelter
when a sacrifice is made.

When the shoulder you cried on collapsed under weight,
did you walk away indifferent?
Hearts and spades know the diamond cannot be replaced
by the clover's insignificance.

When we lifted off the ground,
we lifted up a veil of hesitation
and stared down on souls that crossed our line
of sight, of sound, of intuition.

Give me wings, my careless friend.
Help me climb the cloudless skies and kill the lights.
Sweet flower bed, lift me up and pass me round,
for altitude's irrelevant.

We sheered to left and broke to right,
knew not what lay there worth avoiding.
We made our marks, yet left no trace
and were revered for what we were to them.

Give me wings, my careless friend.
Help me climb the cloudless skies and kill the lights
Sweet flower bed, lift me up and pass me round,
for altitude's irrelevant.

Kill the lights, sweet flower bed.
Kill the taste of my sunset.

Give me wings, my careless friend.
Help me climb the cloudless skies and kill the lights.
Sweet flower bed, lay me down and pass me out,
for altitude's bitterly relevant.

Live it intensely.
Drag me down with you.
Experience profoundly.
Drag me down with you.

It's on my lips, right there,
on the tip of my tongue.
Struck deaf to wiser words,
but one word from you,
one word will do

Just fine.
Just speak and I will be just fine.
Just fine.
One word and I will be just fine.

Your words move and mend,
make me mind myself
a little more, maybe.
We're as right as we are wrong
and I understand

Just fine.
Just speak and I will be just fine.
Just fine.
One word and I will be just fine.

Focus on your pause between words for a change.
Shed light on breaths taken between phrases
before the changes take effect.

Watched pity from our balcony.
Washed envy down with wine.
Talkative, so far from sober,
Bless the wine
I, we feel fine.

Just fine.
Just speak and we will be just fine.
Just fine.
One word and we will be just fine.

This is all you mean to me.
This is all you matter.
Remind me to mind myself
just that little more.

The book is closed so suddenly
and I still don't get the end
A blank page is all that remains
There should have been much more to come

Hollow words, too late to share,
looking back, now you're not here
...I will remember you.
Guiding me throughout my life,
while sacrificing precious time
...I will remember you.

While reading back, page by page,
I feel you lived it all.
It makes me sad, but deep inside
It fills me up with endless pride.

Hollow words, too late to share,
looking back, now you're not here
...I will remember you.
Guiding me throughout my life,
while sacrificing precious time
...I will remember you.

I turn the page and start to write,
to pick up where you left.
And while I write I wish the end
will fill you up with endless pride.

I close the book and turn away,
for life's too short, you taught me.
I know that you will find your way
and closure overtakes the pain.

Hollow words, too late to share,
looking back, now you're not here
...I will remember you.
Guiding me throughout my life,
while sacrificing precious time
...I will remember you.

Closure overtakes the pain.
...I will remember you