Dance in the dark for me 
Glance gently the river to be free 
Seven years dying is not a lot 
When you are a whisper on an open cut 
Two and three and all your simple sympathy 
box of fleshy memories... 
Ancient stones of old mysteries 
I see the door but there are no keys 
No voice in the muddy waters 
To lift me up of these watery tragedies 
And it grows and flows 
Down a stream of consciousness 
The silent whisper of a friend 
Who dies over and over again... 
- This is not a goodbye - 
Sever the parts as chaos 
- Just destiny - 
- This is not a goodbye - 
The magic never quite seems the same 
- Just Destiny - 
- This is not a goodbye - 
Hold it up high enough 
- Just Destiny - 
- This is not a goodbye- 
And call it by its name 
- This is not a goodbye - 
Seven angels crying is not a lot 
When you are a whisper of an open cut 
I miss the ghost as it came by 
Every night waving goodbye 
Join the pain 
My dearest gloom of destiny 
Join all this sweet insanity 
And it grows and flows 
Down a stream of consciousness 
The silent whisper of a friend 
Who dies over and over again...