Green light beam shines upon the web of streets, The messenger from strange and distant worlds. You're far away, for me it all repeats - My town is empty, shadows roam the walls.
No Savior comes, I run into the void. And when the masts of pines come into view, I stop and fall on salty sand, destroyed. It does not matter if I cry for you -
It's not the wind that rustles sleepy trees, It's not the chirps of sparrows or jays, It's Moira, saddened by the Fate she sees, Unknits the lace of my remaining days...