Oceans of time have passed. Do we always remain the same? A knife hurts my magic, I let her slowly go. Glimpses: no more, wandering we go, in this strange dream called mother earth. The endless lullaby seems so far... I feel so drunk of life, I need a swamp to die. The white ship seets sails upon the sea, I left her go with my breath. Need to ride wtih the queen of tides, where are they in dreams of past? There's no times to comprehend, close your eyes, be again. There's no time to repent, cose your eyes, live again.