thoughts of light
lead to a loss of sight
blinded by the wants
of a future out of reach
yearning witch,
outstretched hands
for the sands
of a time
where she sings with the chime
of the bells
and not farewells
until then comes
she cries tears of green absinthe,
head adorned with a crown of violet hyacinth
and hopes her tears don't turn her numb
to the passage of time
when the bell tower sings its chime
lead to a loss of sight
blinded by the wants
of a future out of reach
yearning witch,
outstretched hands
for the sands
of a time
where she sings with the chime
of the bells
and not farewells
until then comes
she cries tears of green absinthe,
head adorned with a crown of violet hyacinth
and hopes her tears don't turn her numb
to the passage of time
when the bell tower sings its chime
Good night my love sweet dreams baby
