The essence of ear is underestimated unless honoured
by a signal of forsaken sound
a sound
a sound
captivated you are by scent
but it is melody that has caught onto
the night
the night
Only sixty minutes dear
until the bell has rung for innocence or
for death
we'll see
for yet eternity
has granted me
and excess use of drum
drum
drum
can count me as aware as a hare
bound for strike of a rifle
I have turned
turned
