Night Waves

On splintered glass, we creep

And while this town's asleep

I am prone to weep in a violet storm

So lay my wreath as fault

And waste your prose on all

These nights ain't worth their out

On circles alone

Oh my, how the mighty smite

What smoulders, what survives

To destroy all that needs to turn

So everything'll turn out right

There I go again

Come, oh come as doom

As windows to the room

So it's too soon

We whistle to that tune of 'Ophelia'

And die until we'll die no more

There I go, again

Casting doubt and then

Leaving home to mend this broken world

Come, oh come as doom

As windows to the room

So, it's too soon

I miss Ophelia

Who died until she was no more

So there I go

With my pal, ol' dread

Forbidden cities end

And no friends amend

This debt of air

Are we null at keel?

Where mistakes appeal

And mandrakes stomp their heels

On our circles alone

There I go