I think the sun is setting down the midnight spring
well in comes the dark and begins to sing
we all float on if things seem a bit too weird
the talking of one's dreams is the key to it's owner's seems
maybe we'll both get lucky give away our lives
and spring rebirth to a few other cries
now wipe your tears and end your fears and ill tell you my dear
you're dearly near me
you're dearly near me
you're dearly near me
Caught in a while
the textile to the sundial
heaven and hell
won't ever tell
wasted life why won't you waste s**t
you wasted life why did you waste it
you waste of life why not waste a bit
now wipe your tears and end your fears ill tell you my dear
you're dearly near me
you're dearly near me
you're dearly near me