. . . and 
                      to the Celtic gods of a new leaf modern myth
                                                who still listen
                                            grant me the belief
                                                    in reverse
                              with anything, under your dying Sun
 
. . .  where to go 
                                                    Nowhere
                                                       I am
                                              a Shadowman
                                          come out with more

. . . take me now

                                           thru your black glass
                                        a nightmare movement
                                           such lavish barriers 

                                                 It  was given  !!
                                                It was granted  !!
                                           god-fuckin'-dammit  !!

. . . judge me and move on 

                                                     remember
                                                the fragility of life 
                                       poisons your rising flames

. . .  the waste of what could have been

                                                 lies to be told
                                               the rot of regret
                                                      roll in
                                                         as 
                                              They all wander
                                              when They hear
                                                       and
                                   follow the cardboard maps
                                             to what I've seen

. . . the bleeding ruins of my beautiful creations 

                                       whiskey and wisdom
                          great mistakes in a graveyard hour

. . . did you really think there were wishes in that well 

                                                      and
                                                 I love you
                                                 whatever
                                                  you are

and one abandoned evening . . .  
you'll know this now . . .  
and the stars in your flashing eyes . . .
and whispers from my book . . .