Circulating sights.   Comes east towards west=failure.   Navigating lights.   Guide us thru this juxtapose glance out from the sea…   Fragments of the night.   Are shapeshifting dreams, as if to say to you…   “We’re waiting for the tide…”   “…To come and submerge this swan of rudimentary beliefs”      The face on the stopwatch glows…   It says we’re nearly there…   Please, don’t feel so cold…   We’ll cast a blinding light so bright that ships could see…   For miles and miles…   And miles we’ll be…illuminating beings.      My friend wears a veneer…   To resemble tainted war colors of the night.   She speaks in mimicked tongue…   An ancient dialect so beautifully…   In my mind, a forest full of greenish white   Sadly, just a subjugation of mankind.      The face on the stopwatch glows…   It says we’re nearly there…   Please, don’t feel so cold…   We’ll cast a blinding light so bright that ships could see…   For miles and miles…   And miles we’ll be…illuminating beings.      Structure, structure, emotion, emotion…   Find your voice.   Before you go.      (chorus)