Are they vagabonds in your phrases

Drowned voices in the edge of time 

Amid peals of laughter 

In stillness and my beast goes rapidly and hides 



My wild thoughts of you 

Do they feel this time 

See it through to the end 



Part is wasted and part stille goes 

I won't heed your call 

I have left myself here and 

I won't let you go 

(I may lost myself but your scenes still goes) 



My wild thoughts (of you) 

Do they know (if I'm guilty) 

(Make me wear) this time 

See it through to the end