between the black and the gray there is only the rage
of the waterfall dream
and the shadows that play in the roaring cascade
will not stay in the stream
though a feather or two has been plucked from your wings
flying is always the same
we'll fly off together, I'll love you forever for now
forever's to blame
in the cavern of night where the river of thirst
runs its terrible course
burns a crystal black flame in the cold silver eyes
of a sapphire blue horse
though a feather or two has been plucked from your wings
flying is always the same
we'll fly off together, I'll love you forever for now
forever's to blame