Dance in the dark for me
Glance gently the river to be free
Seven years dying is not a lot
When you are a whisper on an open cut
Two and three and all your simple sympathy
A box of fleshy memories...

Ancient stones of old mysteries
I see the door but there are no keys
No voice in the muddy waters
To lift me up of these watery tragedies
And it grows and flows
Down a stream of consciousness
The silent whisper of a friend
Who dies over and over again...

This is not a goodbye
Sever the parts as chaos
Just destiny
This is not a goodbye
The magic never quite seems the same
Just Destiny
This is not a goodbye
Hold it up high enough
Just Destiny
This is not a goodbye
And call it by its name
This is not a goodbye.

Seven angels crying is not a lot
When you are a whisper of an open cut
I miss the ghost as it came by
Every night waving goodbye
Join the pain
My dearest gloom of destiny
Join all this sweet insanity
And it grows and flows
Down a stream of consciousness
The silent whisper of a friend
Who dies over and over again.