The melancholia of the forest
The grief of the ferns
The sky is tinted in blueberry
Glamorous figures, frenetic eyes
Fly around the light of my world
He was seen in the deep dark
I saw the light that lured us on to destruction
Mesopotamian idea of innocence
Fantastic interfluve
Nobody plays the way that you do
Nobody observes the way that I do
The coldness of the desert
The weight of the dust
Covers the world that I have seen
Petrified beauty
Disguises the numbness
I was punished for your misdeed
Who was seen in the deep dark?
I saw the trail that lured us on to destruction