the knife sharpened needle hits the vein upon the mark the fine feathered arrow finds its way into the dark the nervous cream of dreamers carries blood into our hearts the sun will cast a shadow in our light bring us the gifts from the deep ocean floor and rise to the surface like never before relecting the color of treasure once lost the sun will cast a shadow in our light are we sick of settling is it because we re doomed there s a nervous kind of energy it slowly fills the room when you think you ve worn your welcome you ve worn it pretty thin starting at the end but you re ready to begin don t you make it nervous it doesn t want to shake there s an effect of a ripple when you travel in its wake and it s sleeping like a giant head upon the floor be careful not to wake it when you re opening the door
['chamber folk']