Last night I dreamt a little dream A little bit of flutter eyes and anarchy The pain you endeavour is lost To the chasing trill of running with me
The moving fingers brushing the maze The labyrinth the labour the lace The kind of love the thunder moves for When the sky opens in every way
Collapse the stairway and blind the raven Let Aphrodite gently judge the living For then we shall rise redeemable For then the earth would leach us into something