作词 : Current Ninety Three
I was awake, dreaming
Of new dystopias to run to and hide within
And new faces to wear
And new bodies to inhabit
And new lies to guzzle
And how I loved 
The moon, and its sheets of seeds
The moon tiding in your body
The smell of your blood breathing
And its taste in the sea in the south shining my feet
Till it seemed as if they were made of dew
And pearls of huge beauty
Whilst your mouse-like breath was
The hand upon my clock
And one each breath I came nearer 
To my silly and shining end