You were never on their mind
Were you ever meant to fly
Echoes sped across the sky
In the brooks at dusk tonight
Wounded hearts seek paradise
Diamond dust to dreamers' eyes
Serpent paths and virgin vice
The bleeding heart keeps pacing on
Monotonous beatings mesmerize
Healing wounds of thought cocoons
The butterflies did never fly
The river veins wind far and long
The blinding sun is far too bright
Your grave churns out a silent song
All is good, and all is right.
