Paroles: Pale Saints. Liquid.

Silver head
What makes you
Sick inside
She stood by you

Seasons hand
Holds your dream
[Incomprehensible]
Ways you can be

All meanings can frame
The pattern of your fins

[Incomprehensible]
Swims and lights
Holds its truth
All other wise

Golden things
Twists and writhes
[Incomprehensible]
Caught in your eyes

All meanings can frame
The pattern of your fins