| Lyrics: | Day dawns dark, it now numbers infinity...
Life crawls from the past, watching in wonder
I
trace its patterns in me....
Tomorrow's tomorrow is birth again/
Boats burn the bridge in
the fens/
The time of the past returns to my life
and uses it.
Don't blame me
for the letters that may form in the sand;
don't look in my eyes, you may see all the
numbers
that stretch in my sky and colour my hand...
Don't say that I'm wrong in
imagining
that the voice of my life cannot sing!
Fate enters and talks in old
words:
They amuse it.
Hands shine darkly and white: only in dark do they
appear.
Bless the baby born today,
flying in pitch, flying on fear!
(Wicked little
Scorpio, doomed to die a thousand times
before he lives!)
They shine in my eyes and touch
my face
where I have seen them placed before...
don't blame me, please, for the fate that
falls:
I did not choose it.
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