| I'm here, | |
| The ragged burden come to nothing, comfort go, | |
| We drift I talk with you and hear you though you're never here, | |
| Hovering above me like a net, | |
| I'm terrified to look beyond the threat, | |
| I kill ambition while | |
| I can. I'm cold, | |
| I drag the beauty, black confetti swept away, | |
| Stumbling, we go blindly marching on, | |
| Bursting like a dream and now all gone, | |
| In time I know we'll fly again. | |
| Frail as ever, still the most severe, | |
| Haven't I surrendered everything now? | |
| Naked in my cruellest waking fear | |
| From the rages of the weightless sleep. "Who will catch him falling?" called the wind, "I will claim him," volunteered the grave, "Marry me forever," cried the bride, | |
| Said the orphan, "Who'll remember me? Anyone at all? Are you coming back?" | |
| From the moment we were torn, | |
| Thrown into the tunnel, we withdrew, | |
| Whiter colours then untied, | |
| Don't desert me now | |
| I'm coming through, | |
| I fought the memory of beautiful things, | |
| Imaginings, | |
| The only strength | |
| I got from wanting you, | |
| All the love | |
| I've been needing, | |
| The hunger is feeding on me, | |
| Spirit, bear me away to the place of birth. | |
| You, you put the fear in the fear of flying, | |
| The breath of dying, | |
| You want a sign, you want a sign, | |
| It's already there. |