Sifting through the grain of gold
Tripping at your door is that you.
Running through the underworld int your room
Is he real or a ghost-lie
And the veil tears and rages till her voices are remembered
And his secrets can be told
Crystalline from the vine
You know you'll drink her
Funning free running through
The afterworld intoyour room
And he waits till she can give
And he waits and he waits