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