crickets rhythmically sing their mournful melodies a monotone by
request but they fail, they fail to soothe the mess hands
rhythmically grope the sheets again for you and off-rhythm the
time slows to make moments eternal moments eternal is this some
kind of holy test to stitch the trademarks off my chest to get
up walk outside my head on a holy search for angeltread the moon
within its ball washes white the darkened wall with a milky veil
of silk and I see, I see the spirits lilt now I've lost my
fear so I pray that you come near with a million sparkly lights
and help me, help me through the night the milky prints of
spirits near I pray that they have lost their fear a million
wisps of sparkly light weaving through the walls...