sugar spun and whisky sick wood grain warmth you know the blood runs thick, matches lit down the mobeus strip like a sulphur perfume that smacks like bricks, epileptic fits summertime hits dedications to any port in a storm, sailing with sunken masts choking dead with a leather strap whip the passion into a sour mash poisons passions absolute collapse like a steadfast shotgun blast while the passion that made this mask shatters as the smile cracks, shatters as the smile cracks, any port in storm, any port in an avalon alive alone starboard captain with no way home you're alone, all the things i've lost in search of gold, winter for warmth feasts on the cold, flameless hearth a lucid hold, all of the things i've lost in search of gold, an anchor that shines some may say it's a sign may it lay frozen in times like a body that drowns in wine.