...IF WORDES ARE SOUNDES…THEN SIGHTE IS TOUCH

...it may as well be winter
...it may as well be spring
...it may as well be autumn
...I don't even feel one thing

...I could teach a child to learn this
...I could show you colours all
...I could hold the light to shine for thee
...but still I'd let you fall

...there is no god up here right now
...no place for him to reste
...his chambers now are desolate
...this place, I know so beste

...where lifes wind flows untouched
...souls they dance and twine
...mirrors that show nothing here now
...my eyes they are but blind