Sea child and day dream crowned the old man    he climbed all the time    the dust without crying    Rebellious cries never lie, and I don't know why    they burn so brightly    Fly Child, she's been crying, cold and grey    merchant mentality sudden body it burns from inside    it burns.    Devil come gypsy vocation they found me,    the violate all keepsake.    But I cant desert you, you sons of sorrow, in a shipwrecked soul.    The day dream found me    'In the decline of a culture, and the ghost of all things greek, the daydream found me'