Oh, how you knew and fast blew the wind,
shimmering lights in the night cast away in the future never there,
paper doll clips in the cupboard asking for forgiveness,
madness around your ankles in the chains of a silver ship.
Men, oh men and the sea of Ulysses int the sirenes' hollow cry,
Thine is the destiny - yellow grace in the shining sky,
myths and gods where the cave is empty,
like the joy shades in the platform standing alone.
