Let the liquid of my truth flow,
Drown all worry with laughter.
Alas, there is no end in sight.

Drenched in mead of golden glow,
Help me, and numb my splinter.
Oh let the liquid of my pain flow.

Bitterness is the voices bellow,
Cover it with taste of bitter.
Alas, there is no end in sight.

My plans are weak and shallow,
And all my words quickly falter.
Oh let the liquid of my bliss flow.

Red pavements I must follow,
My heart is beating faster.
Alas, there is no end in sight.

My mind is in an infinite slow,
The talking is growing fainter.
Let this liquid lie me low,
For my end is now in sight.