Someone´s telling the toll to me
I´m cut and I´m weeping like a rubber tree
But i don´t care who´s left behind
Lost revelations that I´ll never find

In the long hall pipes are whispering
Blues prepared for anti-christening

Somewhere there´s an honest soul
To mirror teeth where neon lures troll
And what´s extinct might come alive
A purple smoke in some internal shrine

With a long sigh let the hissing in
Stones deformed by gentle kissing and
All the closed eyes start to glisten
But it feels like someone´s missing
Yeah it feels like someone´s missing