WE'RE SAILING OUR SHIPS TO THE GROUNDS AND THE SEAS SHARING OUR FANTASIES WE RUN THROUGH THE FORESTS AND RUN THROUGH THE FIELDS GATHERING SYMPATHIES THERE'S NOTHING TO LOOSE BUT OUR OWN FOOLISHNESS WE'RE ALWAYS TOO IGNORANT WE'LL COME TO THE MOMENT WHERE EVERYTHING ENDS IN THE DIRT OF OUR COMMON SENSE
HE'S BEEN SO LOST IN IMMACULATE DREAM IN THE GREEN SYMPHONY HE WANTED TO FINISH THE THINGS HE HAD MISSED OUT OF ANXIETY WE SAW HIM FREEZING AND STARVING FOR YEARS KNOWING THERE IS NO PATH TO LEAD HIM OUT OF THE ARROGANT FEAR ANCIENT UNCONSCIOUSNESS