| I hear the voice of six billion or more | |
| There must be something more than this | |
| Dysthymic and low, numb to it all | |
| There must be something more | |
| A plane where the skies are tamarind | |
| My Eden | |
| From my dreamsigns I have been given a brand new day | |
| Ready and willing to build away | |
| In my nightlives I have been given an endless fuse | |
| So I can burn my nights with you | |
| In my waking world, I can't walk through these walls | |
| Or feed my hands to each other | |
| Eye-to-eye with my watch face, | |
| To me it's flickering... | |
| Lucidly I forge my nebulae! | |
| From my dreamsigns I have been given a brand new day | |
| Ready and willing to build away | |
| In my nightlives I have been given an endless fuse | |
| So I can burn my nights with you | |
| I imagined hell to be like this except with little more fire | |
| [Harmony Solo: Skene & Coull] | |
| Nightlives | |
| Finally I am now awake | |
| Yet my eyes are closed | |
| Still my dreamsigns guide me on | |
| to the otherworld | |
| [Solo: Coull] |