DieYoung. Gather the wind, though the wind won't help you fly at all. Your back's to the wall. Chain the sun, and it tears away (and it breaks) you as you run, you run, you run. Behind the smile, there's danger and a promise to be told. You'll never get old! Life's fantasy to be locked away and still to think you're free. You're free, we're free.
Hersmile was a winter song, a sabbath ending. Don't sleep or you'll find me gone, just an image in the air. In dreams I think of you. I don't know what to do with myself. Time has left me down. She brings broken dreams, falling stars. The endless search for where you are. Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.
Iy4ne.