Sake with some friends on a cold winter evening
Quetzalcoatl moans all alone in the bedroom
Something's in the air
Peer through clouds of smoke while baroque music is playing
Conversation flows to and fro, like Niagara
Come alive, you survived
Be baptized in their eyes
We can stay in here till it's clear for departure
Waiting for a sign, sipping wine, feeling tranquil
As we take our leave, do not grieve for the bygones
Hold your vision straight as we wait for the next time