Drifting, through the nocturne
Sailing, in the modern world
Rushing swirled the mood alight
Descending into dark delights
On the shore
On the shore
The sun rolls on over
The moon against the black sky
I can see the walk
Ecstasy turned to grief, rolling on
Prearranged by the day, to have it all
The winds hiss is a kiss
That reifies, embodied minds, passing by
The knower and his clay
Building dreams of better days