The way we put the days toghether can you feel?
The final and last second that we borrow
From the out day through the pudgy window
Which through the night has Moon-teeth .

From the whistle graved of rosewood
A velvet song - deep and violet
With a star crossing his palm`s road
On rose bay`s leaves it just halted.

No talking in here...just listen
The snowfall shamed into lit lay.
The world has forgotten to transceed
In the place were life`s absolutely.