We've been quiet in cathedrals This rain shows no end Maybe we'll find a safe layby To sleep perchance to dream Been close to many fires But this one ultimately cremates We own to one for memories But I guess thus gods confirmed We'll suffer a perished fortune Or a cinematic death If gracious at all They grant us a grave Feel secure to sleep now Everything's incomplete somewhen It's only the mirage of tomorrow With great many terms We leave all forsaken goods On the porch in twilight's blue Blitheness in our steps When the universe is through