Distant memories of how it used to be
Dissected dreams of spoken pleasantries
Of faith and fear that hold our darkest dreams
You pay your money, I pay the price
I smell the scent of borders far away
Exotic mysteries cause my mind to sway
Pictures pains a perfect hideaway
You pay your money I pay the price
I only whisper words of residence
That serve to further show my innocence but there is no escaping your brilliance
You pay your money I pay the price
And now the night whispers it’s final breath
A shawl of midnight and a mask of death
A final chapter I must now confess
You pay your money I pay the price
