Now seek different soundtracks, broken ways to sculpt a reality 

The doorstep mutters blood 

Birds lie in hazy days 

Now discover future shades, stolen by ever spinning spheres of mind 

Purples, greens emerge

Passion lost to previous weeks suspended

Now remember, a dimly lit ledge became my right hand 

Imagine falling in love with the whispered structure,

baby blue touch? 

Hear crossfire, hear burning tapes

Following a time-lapse, will you again be swirling plains?