Crickets rhythmically sing  Their mournful melodies  A monotone by request  But they fail, they fail  To soothe the mess    Hands rhythmically grope  The sheets again for you  And off-rhythm the time slows  To make moments eternal  Moments eternal    Is this some kind of holy test  To stitch the trademarks off my chest  To get up walk outside my head  On a holy search for angeltread    The moon within its ball  Washes white the darkened wall  With a milky veil of silk  And I see, I see the spirits lilt    Now I've lost my fear  So I pray that you come near  With a million sparkly lights  And help me, help me through the night    The milky prints of spirits near  I pray that they have lost their fear  A million wisps of sparkly light  Weaving through the walls...