[ P. Roberts, I. Plant ]

Until dawn
Wasting Nights
I am searching for my way
On these silent fields
Becoming my own prey

Falling from a distant ground
Tearful soul thy morning heals

When nature sleeps
And stars are mute
I am striving for insights
Sheltering my obsessions
My twisted thoughts

Falling from a distant ground
Tearful soul thy morning heals
Like the silence mesmerized
Pages slowly drifting

I am trapped alone
I can't breathe between these lines
I can't breathe, breathe, breathe....

Falling from a distant ground
Tearful soul thy morning heals
Like the silence mesmerized
Pages slowly drifting