i can imagine you 
spreading your wings out in the snow
and as the morphine drips
the scenery shifts 
to somewhere i've never known
i'm thinking this could be real
that maybe my dreaming wasn't in vain
but as i approach your side
our words collide
you're fading, you fade away
and it feels 
yeah it feels
like it's closer every year
and it feels
like all the torture you've survived
on heaven and earth
was contrived
a failure
but still life, or stillbirth
i'm yours to take apart

i can imagine you
spreading your wings out in the snow
and as the morphine drips
you move your lips
the meaning lost in code
and somewhere in the night
your chemicals ignite
you've waited all this time
you've wasted all my time
you
and it feels 
yeah it feels 
like i'm closer every year

over the waves
the colours stay the same

over the waves