and then so clear to wonder to wake with open eyes as the snow across the tundra and the rain across the skies and the rain across the skies so much again and weightless in the motherworld of space we fail to form to come to and the razor mountains fade and the day is cursed in shame in these the world we open so much to lose to save to light the highest beacons and the rose of love will bleed and the rose of love will bleed in these the world we open so much to lose and save to light the brightest beacon and the rose of love will bleed and the razor mountains fade and the day is cursed in shame1