In this fever 

And sleeping as it overrides my ability

A diaform of carrying the day

It seems a day is all it takes to forget 

That our watches run backwards

And our cells begin to disappear 

Loosing what colour they once retained

Possession framing intentionary


(sounds like Latin words)


In hidden messages

What dreams do you have for me?

In hidden messages

What dreams do you have for me?



What dreams do you have for me now?