Thought we'd always be
the beautiful ones
(rivers of sorrow passed us
by)

(my ancient one
come to me

cradle me like a child
I will mother you
wise one

blend into all
distill the infinite into now

This is not my life
I know it's out there waiting
(inside expanding)

I gotta be free
through the storm

My words are my children
dreams let loose

Paint a tapestry with
the fire we burned

Wings of the sacred
infused with poems
whatever you do 

It's my kinda freedom
not yours
The only rules are my own
die the way you wanna

I'm gonna fly a little while
come back again anyways
can't here you 'cuz
I gotta ride now

So much opulence for
nothing

Where did we betray the
golden key to our own
hearts

(forget the blood song?)
far from mother ocean

Reward of a thousand deaths
to see your face
again and again

Through these haunted
visions

(Ice from our heat on my
Manhattan windows)

a Tigress from Berlin
is only an image of a
moment of the fabric
that is us

Woven in and out of all
those songs
and mountains
and velvet
moments
intangible

Riders of the days
before guns and stones

broken gods were whole
thundering from the sky

(you should have seen the
angels)