Dear Stranger, separate

Are lovers dreams the worst?

I write to spare you irony, and send word of a curse



Long were the lights out, seal them some way

Before the blade deploys itself and chooses who to slay



There is still time left in this vacancy

An unlived life flows freely in your veins



Dear Passion; blessed be

Take this to the grave

Years empty endlessly to crash here on the waves



Long were the lights out, seal them some way

Before the blade deploys itself and chooses who to slay



There is still time left in this vacancy

An unlived life flows freely in your veins



Take your pride out of place

Takes your nose out of joint

Take your eyes off the blade

Take the edge off the point



Reveal new life

Reveal and smile



There is still time left in this vacancy

An unlived life flows freely in your veins