| Endless Reverie |
|---|
| Waiting for the rain |
| For the skies lamenting |
| All around silence |
| Has its roots sunk deep |
| My longing lingers |
| My tresses twist |
| But in my isolation |
| All truth is empty |
| Waiting by the wayside |
| Of an endless reverie |
| Where all the things I run from |
| Are sure enough to find me |
| Would that love were something |
| Than a false slavery |
| To a god I don’t know |
| And to all the things that tempt me |
| Then in the light of reason |
| Where truth is empty |
| The alchemy of sin |
| Would be revealed |
| Waiting by the wayside |
| Of an endless reverie |
| Where all the things I run from |
| Are sure enough to find me |
