Off of my hand 
Flew a snow white dove 
Watch it disappear into the sun 
Your's a halo 
For dreams that sounded does 
Words are all on the page 
And tears and blood 

Off of my hand 
Flew the snow white dove 
Into the sun now I'm bleeding 
I'm in need of 

Shakespeare sang air on air 
So I sung 
Shakespeare turned dust to dust 
So to my life 

Words and in between no aims 
I call these worms we'll meet someday 
Across the ocean where my heart bends 
Was it you I saw  [bad word] to bare me 

When [bad word] from lost love 
Leaving bonds to skin on a file 
Was it you I [bad word] to bare 
Won't leave you hard 

To our end 
No imagery 
Waiting for someone lying 
Waiting for my day 
My eyes will see 
Wait for me 
In your misery wait for me