1.
Music of force suddenly bloom with stillness,
How we sang and heard- your cycle of myths.
Every hour that passes,
You never took it. I took you
Dead hands,
Tear-stained,
Heavy oceans,
Still they break.
Only songs over you,
She sings it,
She sings.

2.
Dirt covered wine bottles,
Discarded wasted,
Smoking ash.
People were laughing; I swing,
And I drink my Bootle of spirits,
High,
A fire was burning,
Flickering,
Crackling,
Its flames burning deeply,
But I was walking into the bright blue evening,
Stumbling weary.
Oh, I was walking down the dusty street,
Rushing water,
Only for a moment whirling through running kids
Singing aloud,
Stumbling,
Spinning,
Without cause or reason,
Dances free.
In which we find the here-and-now.
Staggering,
Trembling feet,
Towards the earth-body.
Oh, staggering,
Spinning,
Oh, staggering,
Spinning
Sorrow against happiness,
Rapturous bliss against despair.
Shuddering wild wind against my face.