She reclines, closing her eyes the silhouette is bound to Writhe
Light birds and fireflies settle around her
Days grow, long strange feeling, waterfalls shine this time of year
Our lives go down the stream, shooting the rapids bright as gold
The arms you gave me bright as the eye of the hurricane
We're all just the sage going.
Every moment is perfect, no sin is a jewel
If man is a prophet at the mercy of a fool
Watching seasons go as sunshine turns blue and blue so close
The great ghost feeling the music is
The moment is perfect, the eye's a jewel
If man is a prophet with the mercy of a fool
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