V1
Every object takes on her nature
Infuse it with her color
And turn it into her
And this requires me to be so there
Requires me to live on air
And sacrifice
And her breath, her skin, her Blue and White
C1
Don't ask me what I'm doing
I certainly don't know and
Don't ask me what I want
Because I want/don't want everything and
Nothing I believe
Matters anymore
My entire self is defined
By the presence of my One
PC1-
And I can't hold on
I can't connect
I can't let go
I can't live without her
V2-
And as I fall away from her
The Swan spreads out and leaves the pond
Takes away her color
And turns me into her
She breaks away from my reluctant grip
Her anger gives her flight
Her sense of me finally broken
A piece of me falls from the sky
C2
PC2
And I can't hold on
I can't connect
My List of Dreams
The last real thing I ever said
V3-
It comes on suddenly
And when I least expect it
A living mass slides out of me
Through my face
I'll be hit the rest of my life
On iridium occasions
It'll break out and I'll take it back in
The rest of my life