The afternoon was bare
Dream great visions to be then shared
And then in a vision she awoke to me
And I was surprised to see her face was nothing ever there
And what I would give to feel what you
Earth and space with time whittle away at my hand
Dream great dreams before you die
I handed mine away for a senseless piece of hope
I am the bairer of all that is lost
Sweet dreams of hope and grace I bring you not
If by night you havent been spared
I was forgiven of all that I died
Repeat the past youll surely call me tame
If my place wasnt here
I am but to blame
I am the portrait of all that is wrong
Let crashing hell speed and take me through
I wont hope for any but I could still care
I am the sickness of your past heart
She said with a spark in her gorgeous fucking eye
If by night you havent been spared
I am but to blame