All of them, complacent then,
Forever to be bought.
Fall into awakenings, and glisten in the light,
All of them, Confide within,
And settle in the night.
And shall you too be broken, to fall on endless stars,
And then you too well see for which,
I'd kill to meet in ours.
Solitude, destitute, and something in between,
Another act of sweet embrace,
And love that's never seen.
So call again another day for your sins revealed apart,
And call again the blackness,
Of which once called a heart.
Something so far beautiful,
Something so far gone,
Something so far beyond the reach,
Of anything left this side of wrong.
Beauty won't you call for me, To leave the madness here,
Shelter, death, solemn vows, and love from which you fear.
Bury into your black wings and I'll cave to what I sought,
When all I wanted turned on me,
I was left,
Without a thought...