My senses fail me at the halfway between dawn and dusk
Crossroads, cross-stops
I try to be so present, whispered phantom hellos
Thoughts turn to you
I need you right here
Quick glances meant something,
But glint stone cryptograph - it guides me
It's phoenix ash in a bottle
I'll move along, righting the wrong
In constellation ushered in by its starlit ovation
Looking back never felt right
Yet looking in, I will accept
My apparition, it has its own name
I've become painless
Celestial, I fade
Glide through the cosmos, a reunion of sorts
Longest hunted sport
Prize, I've donned crude disguise
Wolf in sheep, sheep in wolf – recognize
Crude disguise
Wolf in sheep, sheep in wolf – recognize
The guilty con
Come on
The guilty con
Come on
