• A thousand shooting stars parade a crumpled blanket of blue
    As hardened feet caress a film of gentle evening dew
    The world’s edge is a cliff atopped with swaying, murmuring trees
    Behind me, jagged grey monsters beneath the smoky, wavering breeze

    No noise can be found here, yet nothing is silent
    Forever moving, forever begging to press onward
    In this patient, hurried world

    Like the fiery breath of a dragon, the sun cuts deep into pale skin
    With the warmth of a loved one’s touch, and the pain of a burning sin
    Noone wants to leave here, but who could bear to stay
    There is no solace here to take the searing pain away

    My dew-topped base is slipping, I can’t reach the stars
    There’s time still left to turn and run
    But the starshine’s drawn me in

    Jagged grey monsters chase me, sharpened daggers in my heart
    One last leap to safety, before the whole world falls apart
    I see the stars and focus, for they’re my golden crown
    I take a leap, I miss and fall…forever sinking down.