The moon and the owls reprise the ghost

and I'm even more afraid by its recent move

complete world beside him now

he lays a blue hand across a serious, pale sky

he lays a blue hand across a serious, pale sky

and I now belong here

and I now belong here

before they think of every endeavor

be it bright or be it subtle light

night and its insides sprawl across

the blue heart risin'

adding only black

to the face of a serious pale sky

to the face of a serious pale sky