Instrumental
Robin goodfellow Dianae, my muse Morpheus in my heart Your sand in my veins It's a deeper kind of slumber What is universe anyway But a pouch of silver
It comes smoothly at start Stirs gently in the colour pot Centrifuge Restore amends For every spiralchange A snowflake bride A heroine (---heroin, psilocybin
Everything they do and say Might even fool a clever mind Just won't forget their price to pay As silk betrays and truth unwinds Cling, cling to your mind
Kicks this cadent purity Wraps this cadent purity
Overhead my spirit flies In plasticide and crimson skies Whispering winds in moonlit wood A totem oak once golden stood How I wish that you were here
Not far from where I live They glance in morning breeze As dividing tiny rays A morning tries to seize Greet me my proud little soldiers Of brown, purple
The throne my love that opens now In cattle blood of aery brow Con that life's a dream not to affy As embodied matter love will die You twinkle still
When all stars are slain by fiery skies And every word upon your spiraling cross Is but a misled sun, a bitter loss Inject us out of here All I asked
This dole crowner gallows me As this mere welkin hallowed be Where upon I trick and train and tire To limn my umbered love in fire Before this noble mare
Soothe my skin My sweetness of soul Your dream I dreamed Dear watering-hole A bride divine In ruby eyed crown Deep underneath Your soft waterdown I breathe
By a pool Of amber water A sticky smell Of carrion kind Integrates with nature slowly Green fields I offer you Snowy mountains in present air The sunflower
I was your fear and you were my fate I wanted you near but I bred your hate You left me for dead, deep down in the mud With scars on my head, in my heart
In a dream I'm climbing the clouds I touch a subdued sky With my bare hands In a dream Let me drag you through my world My kingdom for your thoughts
If I walk on the water today Will people worship me tomorrow Will my name be spread faraway To give people both strength and sorrows Look into my crystal
Dedicated to Hannah Stjarnvind Alone I sit, I wonder why You dream of love and so do I But in your sleep you cannot see This pain which is always haunting
The smell of flowers, the smell of grace If I could only find such a wonderful place The place not known before you die A paradise above the skies The
