• Seeing things lost in the sky
    Not birds or planes, stars or moons
    Could anything fly that high?
    The time was ticking oh so soon

    Time was wasting
    Eyes were sore
    Sweet Tasting
    Something more

    You have no time
    Your life is slipping
    Velvet rhyme
    The tables are tipping

    Pooling fluid
    Crimson Red
    All the secrets that you hid
    Have left you on your death bed.