…What does the free fall feel like? Asks the boy with a spark in his eye Know why the nightingale sings Is the answer to everything Taking a step to the world unbound Spinning my fantasies all around Freed from the…

…Who's there knocking at my window? The owl and the dead boy This night whispers my name All the dying children Virgin snow beneath my feet Painting the world in white I tread the way and lose Myself into a tale Come…

…Remember the first dance we shared? Recall the night you melted my ugliness away? The night you left with a kiss so kind Only a scent of beauty left behind Ah dear friend I remember that night The moon and the dreams…

…its love. But needed nothing it had. A swan of white, she came to me. The lake mirrored her beauty sweet. I kissed her neck, adored her grace. But needed nothing she could give. Got to grieve her, got to wreck it. Got to…

…The end. The songwriter's dead. The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands Of Empathica Of Innocence Empathica Innocence The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains…

…needed nothing it had A swan of white, she came to me The lake mirrored her beauty sweet I kissed her neck, adored her grace But needed nothing she could give Gar tuht river Ger te rheged…

…An old man by a seashore at the end of day Gazes the horizon with seawinds in his face Tempest-tossed island seasons all the same Anchorage unpainted and a ship without a name Sea without a shore for the banished one…

…soaring high of truth and light The music of this awe Deep silence between the notes Deafens me with endless love This vagrant Island Earth A pilgrim shining bright We are shuddering before the beautiful Before the plentiful…