On splintered glass, we creep
And while this town´s asleep
I am prone to weep in a violet storm
So lay my wreath as fault
And waste your prose on all

These nights ain´t worth their out
On circles alone

Oh my, how the mighty smite
What smoulders, what survives
To destroy all that needs to turn
So everything´ll turn out right
There I go again

Come, oh come as doom
As windows to the room
So it´s too soon
We whistle to that tune of ´Ophelia´
And die until we´ll die no more

There I go, again
Casting doubt and then
Leaving home to mend this broken world

Come, oh come as doom
As windows to the room
So, it´s too soon
I miss Ophelia
Who died until she was no more

So there I go

With my pal, ol´ dread
Forbidden cities end
And no friends amend
This debt of air
Are we null at keel
Where mistakes appeal
And mandrakes stomp their heels
On our circles alone
There I go