Someone's telling the toll to me I'm cut and I'm weeping like a rubber tree but i don't care who's left behind lost revelations that I'll never find
in the long hall pipes are whispering blues prepared for anti-christening
somewhere there's an honest soul to mirror teeth where neon lures troll and what's extinct might come alive a purple smoke in some internal shrine
with a long sigh let the hissing in stones deformed by gentle kissing and all the closed eyes start to glisten but it feels like someone's missing yeah it feels like someone's missing
