In solace in night,
day by day, we speak of what we can.
While shrive me of the sin
we rise easily as we reach out by hand.
Take my promise as I feel my spirit shed
we are no more no less than fall of man.
Waves of the sea, please, speak to me
As I feel the breeze lingering over my ardour.
So late from heaven, that dew, it fell
mid dreams of holy ceremony.
Existence of life, take my tears
as I cried my last matrimony.
In moonshine we see stars upon a history
where the good speaks for the eternal youth.
When the leaves come falling down
we cannot be withheld from the truth.