The tides swell up ever higher,
Towards the moon that crosses the night
The cries of the seagulls
Call upon such eerie clouds

The golden curse,
The words left behind,
And a secretive sort of smile,
Are all dyed in red

With closed eyes,
What exactly are you wishing for?
Even if one was to try and gather all the broken fragments
They spill out of the fingers that touched them,
Unable to reach you
The embellished truth and lies,
Without love, they cannot be seen

The dancing butterflies' wings,
Come and go between dream and reality
The sound of the unceasing rain,
Hides both the truth and lies

The banquet that opens its doors,
The one chosen lamb, and
The hatred that tangles together
Simply fills our glasses

Within a world held captive,
What exactly are you searching for?
Even if one was to wish for a miracle where we could forgive each other
My voice is swept into the wind,
Unable to reach you
This repeating loneliness,
Without love, it will not disappear

The joy, and the sorrow,
Ebb and flow
As if it would be swept
Into the midnight ocean

The tears, and the scars
All mix together
And the you, made of falsehoods
Is pulled into the darkness

With closed eyes,
What exactly are you wishing for?
Even if one was to try and gather all the broken fragments
They spill out of the fingers that touched them,
Unable to reach you
The embellished truth and lies,
Without love, they cannot be seen