I am,
I was self,
It's what I turned to be,
A solid stone through violin,
It may not think (make?) just be
But when I close my eyes to dream,
I felt the wind, the rain,
And a clouded sky that seems,
Happy to stay (happily stained)
I was,
Once I was,
Irreversible, but (burnt?) space,
Between me and what you made of me,
And how others crowd the sane (cry the same)
But when I close my eyes to dream,
I felt the wind, the rain,
And a clouded sky that seems,
Happy to stay (happily stained)
I was,
Once I was,
Burnt smoke and flesh and flames,
We now sing to an act of love,
How (that, we?) can always do the same
But when I close my eyes to dream,
I felt the wind, the rain,
And a clouded sky that seems,
Happily stained