The feeling was gone as I made position
Sounds like gold, Skin like porcelain
Hunt the faint hints of increasing distance
You will only find me in boxes of light
Standing in the rain
Nearly washed the day away
Dressed in black with eyes of grey
When our footsteps were searing
It nearly lifted your shackled face
Spending hours adoring every single thing
Your mystic power calls to me
The end result is an absence of luxury
Here we are
Together building another way to the morning