are they vagabonds in your phrases drowned voices in the edge of time amid peals of laughter in stillness and my beast goes rapidly and hides
my wild thoughts of you do they feel this time see it through to the end
part is wasted and part stille goes i won\'t heed your call i have left myself here and i won\'t let you go (i may lost myself but your scenes still goes)
my wild thoughts (of you) do they know (if i\'m guilty) (make me wear) this time see it through to the end
