Here I have imagined us
Under these constellations,
No complications, just this winter's white,
Have I executed a place in my mind,
I never knew before,
I'm standing on this high hill of hope,
watching what I'm wishing for,
fighting for foolish things,
I don't want to be alone.

Not that I ever complied,
Lied to myself,
Fulfilling my need,
With all these hateful things,
All the faces,
I never wanted to be,
Bled my plea,
To you on my knees,
Now that it’s switched on,
Does it compel you to?
Sell it soft suspense,
Have I sold you too?
Let it wind you up inside,
Scream in sweet release,
A tortured tongue trips on the truth,
Sway me into oblivion.