She reclines, closing her eyes the silhouette is bound to Writhe    Light birds and fireflies settle around her    Days grow, long strange feeling, waterfalls shine this time of year    Our lives go down the stream, shooting the rapids bright as gold    The arms you gave me bright as the eye of the hurricane    We're all just the sage going.    Every moment is perfect, no sin is a jewel    If man is a prophet at the mercy of a fool    Watching seasons go as sunshine turns blue and blue so close    The great ghost feeling the music is    Every beat knows its part, keep its spirit in a circle    The moment is perfect, the eye's a jewel    If man is a prophet with the mercy of a fool