I never thought that I would find myself in bed amongst the stones.
The columns are all men begging to crush me. No shapes sail on
the dark deep lakes and no flags wave me home.

In the caves all cats are grey. In the caves the texture coats my skin.
In the death cell a single note rings on and on and on.

I never thought that I would find myself in bed amongst the stones.
The columns are all men begging to crush me. No shapes sail on
the dark deep lakes and no flags wave me home.

In the caves all cats are grey. In the caves the texture coats my skin.
In the death cell a single note rings on and on and on.