You wait by the window 
Morning's breath on the sill 
Idle hands given another try 
So you wait and you savour the moment 
Outside the canvas turned white [bad word] eyes in the fog 
Rain washing clean all the sins 
liquid gown that covers all 
Your loathe turns endless 
Opened mirage soothes your sense 
Locked on the pinnacle 
The best secret within 
Like a derelict child 
Heart burning for a stranger 
Ascending to the meek 
Flock round the liars in awe 
Caked in the soil beneath 
Fear me when we meet 
Turn away in admiration 
My firm grip round the nucleus of joy 
Enough of this 
You will leave me now 
You will see it now 
Perish at my hands 
Close to you 
Tangled up in hair 
Fresh stigma look 
Shall I take you with me 
And it is cold [bad word] eyes in the fog 
It is me 
And you are just like them all 
Stained by the names of fathers 
I'm greeting my downward fall 
Leaving the throes to others