these fields have frozen over in a way I've never seen
and more than I want anything I want again to breathe
to see my lungs embrace the sun and sleep upon the moon
the way I used to wait for all the rest I found in You
but now that I have tasted every star that ever burned
I melt into the atmosphere I know cannot return
beyond this wretched dreaming I will find my way again
don't leave me now, I'm coming home, my Dearest, Truest Friend

Put those angry words away
hate adds nothing to a day

What if our projections are of aid to someone else
what if what we say delivers someone to the well
would you spread your words as though they didn't mean a thing
Or would you make an effort to believe the opposite
grown tired of the oceans we have poured and swallowed up
The fishes we are swimming with have duly had enough
And now that we are drowning, altogether almost gone
where are all the pillars we have ever stood upon
while everything dishonest walks behind your every step
the footprints you could see once mock uncertainty in death
and when it's running faster as your breath's becoming short
you may not find yourself again the way you did before