Dance in the dark for me Glance gently the river to be free Seven years dying is not a lot When you are a whisper on an open cut Two and three and all your simple sympathy A box of fleshy memories Ancient stones of old mysteries I see the door but there are no keys No voice in the muddy waters To lift me up of these watery tragedies And it grows and flows Down a stream of consciousness The silent whisper of a friend Who dies over and over again (This is not a goodbye) Sever the parts as chaos (Just destiny, this is not a goodbye) The magic never quite seems the same (Just destiny, this is not a goodbye) Hold it up high enough (Just destiny, this is not a goodbye) And call it by its name (This is not a goodbye) Seven angels crying is not a lot When you are a whisper of an open cut I miss the ghost as it came by Every night waving goodbye Join the pain My dearest gloom of destiny Join all this sweet insanity And it grows and flows Down a stream of consciousness The silent whisper of a friend Who dies over and over again