She reclines, closing her eyes the silhouette is bound to Writhe
  Light birds and fireflies settle around her
  Days grow, long strange feeling, waterfalls shine this time of year
  Our lives go down the stream, shooting the rapids bright as gold
  The arms you gave me bright as the eye of the hurricane
  We're all just the sage going.
  Every moment is perfect, no sin is a jewel
  If man is a prophet at the mercy of a fool
  Watching seasons go as sunshine turns blue and blue so close
    The great ghost feeling the music is
  The moment is perfect, the eye's a jewel
  If man is a prophet with the mercy of a fool