Crystal eyebeams showered down
The mountaintops sailed and gleam
Above the clouds

The years passed like grains of sand
The ruin of ancient lands turned to dust
The streets of paradise are now past

I hold a bit of heaven in my palm of wildflowers
When I unclench my fist, the heavens just fade away
They shall run helter skelter, hither tither

Tied to a jet black cliff
A bird fashions on my scars
As my next ship passes

Tied under the Gates of Eden
The Gods have no place for us
Only where the vulture circles is a home