Do I sing the dance and spin the stars yet then
They fickle flicker in certain terms my penance
If I should let it fall staccato, apocalyptic threaten
I'd be distant still as Sol for whom you are content
Accretion sustains the most destructive light
Do I sing the dance and spin the stars yet then
They fickle flicker in certain terms my penance
If I should let it fall staccato, apocalyptic threaten
I'd be distant still as Sol for whom you are content
Accretion sustains the most destructive light