I strike up these thoughts like a wet match.    It's never quite there.    Inspiration falls short as the time never helps.       I close my eyes and let perfection... wash over me.    I close my eyes and let, perfection, wash over me.       Faking like words are enough to describe what I feel.    Why, would he feel, like that?    It is simple.    It just takes time for realization to set in.       It just takes time, for, realization...       I wish the weather, would get better here.    For our sake.    I wish, the weather, would get better    Here for our sake.    For our... sake.       The sickening feeling, of something always going wrong.       A closed eye doesn't shut anything besides light.    Anything, besides, light.       A hymn for the angels... listening.    Please carry us untill there is nothing left.