The spirit works in this dream The sound doesn't come in your ears whenever you fall in love And can't find your heart Holy and lone, solitude is a rare and real bliss The bed's too big without you, when I miss your art I'm lost without you, I've found that in someone else's knowledge Based this on fact, and fragments of the farther life Farther than life, distant dream Czar covering us by the comely cowards in colorful crowds Knowing when everyone sleeps, because he kills them in their peaceful sleep You're in my head too I know you like the back of the left hand Now you're out of my grip, I'm holding on to a fair hand On the trapdoor calling for the sung blue, blue song for the black cannon