• Sometime ago, when I was still young
    I would sit as the autumn wind blew
    Dreaming under the silver sun
    Waiting for you

    The men and women would come out in white suits
    The music flowing through the night air
    Matching to their staccato march
    They would slip us into a forgotten nightmare.

    In the world of opposites the blue birds gather
    White roses bloom beneath the star clad sky
    And the willows would sing as the birds scatter
    As I slip beneath the old lie.

    Materializing into our minds is a divine phoenix
    Rising from the ashes of hell
    Red and gold plumage blazing with a thousand feathers
    Bringing with it a final farewell.

    Behind us is a dark abyss
    With only a dim light to guide us to jubilee
    Looking back and falling into despair,
    Falling deeper into the lunar sea.

    Not long ago, before we stumbled into darkness
    We would run along with the autumn wind
    Waking to the golden moon
    And leaving behind our sins.