Then and now, again and somehow, the shallow nerves evade inner peace that you and I can't find. Not together it seems, but in separate lives. I can't part the waters you swim to get away from this life. Oh, you don't know what you do. You can't see me as I see you. So you're nothing but an after thought and you march alone in the stars to me. So I dine alone on the rot that is your nest.

Death, don't be my friend. I'm holding out for those I can pretend will see me through the rain as a rising sun. Those who will swallow my rays and dress their thoughts in colors that you don't deserve to wear. I know you'll try anyway, and even so, one day I will learn to love you through life's end and through the spaces you begin. Even so, I don't know if your colors are as golden as those who are true golden. And if I don't see you, then how do you take from me? And I don't want you, then why do you wait for me?

Life can't drift away, it's always in you until the day you think you've had it, your heart is lit by the stars. Sometimes a simple wanting is enough for it to take you to forces that keep winding on. Do you see it lengthening your sores? That is just you, you are winding on. And when you think you've had it and are lit by the stars, I want you to know this, mama, I'll do my best to keep winding on too. Of course I really think you have the strength and of course I've prayed and prayed and even when you're gone you'll keep winding my heart. There's not too much difference, you'll keep winding on.

If life is as equivocal as you sometimes say it is, and if you can't find a reason to be happy to be alive then the light inside me bears no face and no right. But even then and when you die you will have me and I'll be yours. If you can love me as your one and only and through your pain you can pray for me every night, together we will share each others highest of highs. And if you can be there for me in my lowest of times then maybe this light inside me is really right. If this is true, baby, you may have me and I'll be yours. I know sometimes life can seem so terrible and sometimes ugliness is all people really know. Ooo what do they know? You and I, and our highest highs. I will have you and I'll be yours.

The sun coming out, portent thorn on my head, will ravage for these loves to be heard of again. What makes us alike, alike, looks starved in the air. What makes you alive, alive, reaches for your own heaven when you're here. Oh, separate from things that you love is an open player. One you can't beat on your own, it's another self taking form within you now.