In starts up the staircase and in fits to the room
As swathes of ocean meet, melt and form again
In measures, colours decrease in the steam
As in my roof-top white sheet lightning dream
Catacomb village, sandalwood your skin
I'm your tether's end, you're my everything
Oh honey biscuits, when I sensed you'd outdone me
Could have forged up the mountain, I left for the forgery
Striking a claim for us, apply the flames to us, softly
It's a delicate business, and you know just how to charge me
Is that something taking shape, is that something taking flight?
So carried away, lightening, sheets of white