I taste the burn inside the bloody wound
Caressing your fingers touching my center of pain
Inside out, I contemplate a reversed world.
Verses rebound to their lost meaning
Oh sweet reconstruction.
In the end, nothing will seem the same.
Rough cuts of an unfinished mélopée
The melody of wings breaking
On the edge of a sea wave
Sand and feathers melting together.
This stone is older than life.
This stone stood here longer then I have.
Still it has no voice to tell the story
Of Eno and Uni reunited with life,
Of light washing away the darkness.