Dancing crazed and forgotten; six halls one heart
One million ways to hold onto silhouttes Ignored by tattered lips, broken calls
It's like you've run out on yourself
Split between death, good fortune and a staggering breath
A broken key for a faulty lock
A fevered pray for a dying flock
Like consonants without vowels
Jagged tongue wag, incessant stones passed- other hours merely forgotten
It is with a dream and a heart that we proceed
Not a thought to leave not another lifetime we need
And though we may look behind; this visions seductive glance, we will pick up our pride and loosen our impenetrable stance