Idled words are softly spoken,
Amongst men and ghosts.
As wind blows a tree branch broken,
Promises and lies are said the most.
Tell me once the truth entire,
As the earth it spins in heaven.
Blown apart with flames of fire,
From one to number seven.
Count the ways that it be told,
Across the stillness of the shadows.
The darkness isn’t getting old,
The light it doesn’t matter.
Take my hand, take my heart,
To a better place then this.
For together or apart.
My loneliness I will never miss.
With you I’m whole, like a circle,
My soul you stole, your love a miracle.
Take me back, take me down.
And stay where once, each other found.