We are drowning in slow motion
In black smoke lingering
The living crash into circles of lost time
Reflections of the moon song
While the old night stops suddenly
And the sleeping are desperate to sing
Because they suffocate waiting
To tread water in these forgotten dreams
Nightmares they turn into
Death and ghosts hurry along
When I did become lost in their waves
One last time to swim
All is recovered and cleansed by the sunrise again
While we wait together
Wings spread like the heavens in this trance