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