I hear a distant whisper that is inside my dreams 

from a place that is so far away. 

Beautiful mountain majesties, in fields of honey and cream, 

flying off on angels wings for another day, 

and I'm gone 

Feelings rearrange like the seasons change. 

I'm gone 

Under the bluest skies where the angels cry. 

I'm gone 

You will be too before too long. 

I'm gone 

You'll see my friend that in the end we're all gone. 

An explosion underneath the stars, 

lightning bugs caught in glass jars, 

extinguishing the light until we can't breath. 

Pale bodies on the the river's edge, 

consistently pushing themselves over the ledge 

born choking on the poison leaves 

Don't ask me anything.