...the speed of light. the diagrams and haunted sleep, fozen sheets, in bed, my dreams... your garden grace, i'd climb inside, hold your bones and slowly die. the cooling space inside your chest, my broken bride, you never breathed again.

circuits fail, the cosmic strings like rubber bands, i lose control
they snap, i fall through mist to mud against my face, the taste of blood. the world is strange, the sinking earth and giant tress
through heavy air a demon shrieks, what have i done, what hell is waiting or me?

like motor oil down my throat, i couldnot speak, i dropped the phone
the burning flares, the steam, your hair, biths of glass, they sparkled everywhere like winter nights, the starts, the ice, all intertwined to hold and keep like petals pressed in sheets making love to moonlight in our sleep....

and now above the pits of tar, in a cave i hide that massive, screaming thing with wings of reaper's cloth, i's standing just outside... i must get to my maching... i will bring you back to life
fix your ruined lungs, i'll undo what time has done.

i carve your sweet name into the cave. i'm sure to die... all my strife has been in vain, the glaciers come and wash my words away...

i crashed before the birth of christ... pterodactyls swarming... you died in 1993... wanna get back to that morning in march... keep you in bed, never escape... holding you close, listen to you breath the evening glow of fading light and cooling space.