Never see it coming
The rascal in red
Takes over my head
I can't remember
what to me is now dead
when I am red

Barely breathing
I'm plummeting
Some bottom
Some precipice
of faces fading
and still to fade

Held back in some stable
a beast breathes the night
and understands music
it is a sleigh it is a way
Color is held fast
the imaginary passed