I feel astray from their whispers now,
I don't feel the glaring eyes of the scarecrows,
Living in darkness awakens to a blue lovely day
I haven't left this house for an eternity
All I had to do was follow the bird hymns.

No longer memorized by haunted faces
Meeting people on walks of different races,
Pebbles finally hop to the other side of lakes
and the small visions in the tiny splashes
once the mirror of the shadows I caste

Abandoned to little time I must make haste,
I feel the warmth now I've gone to waste.
In time there'll be no creeping twin reaper
I'll meet another in twilight of trippers
a shiny silver marble that'll prove a keeper.

I'l play for keeps or friendlies.....
I'll be the kiss that doesn't pushes you back.
and you'll be the kiss that'll be the tease,
magical shiny marbles of those pupils
that gaze as I recreate you out of marble.....