Turns out I don't have to say much to say it all
But the words that I know are hollow and mute
Looks like you just get one chance to roll the dice
Once chance for them to sum seven
Figures...
Soar, plumes of stardust
Snow full of scorch
Whisper, soft breeze
And infinite echo
Turns out all darkness is shadow of light
Void that is born by the flame of a candle
Sounds like the heavens are coming undone
Might be the blast of an archangel's horn
Soar, plumes of stardust
Snow down on me, flakes of scorch
Whisper-soft breeze
And infinite echo
Scream at the end of a gravity's rainbow
