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Only the night matters, its granaries filled with gold, the awakening of the voice. Under the regime of the sun time bends the heart, waiting frays the mind. That's where I survive, among fragments of screams and visions of blue; my dream-horse lost in the desert.

I encountered you in another kingdom. I discovered the truth, in which return you could not believe. Step by step, our words intertwined—too common to turn into stone. Fingerprints converged inexorably— the miracle was painfully far. I do not reckon with prayers— everything once foreign suddenly became very near. I rose, my heart fled in...

The Joker’s divinity is laughter; his faith keeps him alive, it is his water and his bread. Among the colors he wears red would stand out, were he not so skilled at hiding his own hell. He laughs at others’ hearts, offers roses of sarcasm and knives of tenderness to lovers who kiss against the doors of his night. The Joker mocks those who throw...

Learning to Fly (lyric) Words spun fine as silk Pale grey mists the moon Nightshade bitter kiss Day’s last breath comes soon Life so delicate Steals off into past Young love nectar sweet Lifespan over fast Picture changes In the blink of an eye World chases past While you're learning to fly Dreams waft bye and bye Visions stay the eye Wishes...

Let the Spanish Inquisition fall upon your hips, and your feet move like gunshots in the night. Let your breath escape as laughter while your whirlwind waist twists and twirls. You're so fucking free, and it shows in the way that you don't ever miss a step. I've heard music, but this was the first time I saw what her face looked like.

Would I chase a dream as far as Mars? - Too easy! Do you want to make a bet? Have you seen my footprints on the moon? - 'Twas as a stroll around a country park. You'll find me reaching for a burning star: - A doddle that; it's only slightly hot. Now and then I wrestle polar bears: - The poor dears need a cuddle and a pet. On Saturdays I swim...

The leaves on my oak tree never fall, They cling to their green through each season’s call. While grass may wither as autumn descends, It springs back to life, as the cycle transcends. In the chill of the air, when the colors fade, My heart stays steadfast, in your love I'm laid. For though time may change what the world can bestow, My...