The fallen glory of my ego is laid at the feet of all our purposes
The moon is wizened and it is old as a toad in a Chinese story
I have been listening from the beginning
I am fishing for wishes, that's where you come in
I saw you come in, though it was dim
My mind was reeling, blood bleeding
That otherworldly feeling came over me, stealing
And my purpose is to keep on dreaming
When you arrived, it was as if we had both died
Red like my guitar, whoever you are
Though it was dim, when you arrived, it was as if we had both died
And gone somewhere else, you and myself
To whisper and listen like flowers glisten in a quiet garden
Cold in the night, I think you're right
