We've been quiet in cathedrals
This rain shows no end
Maybe we'll find a safe layby
To sleep perchance to dream
Been close to many fires
But this one ultimately cremates
We own to one for memories
But I guess thus gods confirmed
We'll suffer a perished fortune
Or a cinematic death
If gracious at all
They grant us a grave
Feel secure to sleep now
Everything's incomplete somewhen
It's only the mirage of tomorrow
With great many terms
We leave all forsaken goods
On the porch in twilight's blue
Blitheness in our steps
When the universe is through
