And what you found was gold, as black as dried blood
The taste was oh so sweet, well one loves to love
The whole idea seems unfit to rule,
But it's always that way
So supple sprouts take aim at a coincidental sun
And careful hands tie their knots, in yarn until the dawn
No island, deserted land
A heartless empire from
What to want!
Those who search, search by themselves
Leaving nothing to gain
Cast like stones into the night
We are one and the same