Night Waves

On splintered glass, we creep And while this town's asleep I am prone to weep in a violet storm So lay my wreath as fault And waste your prose on all These nights ain't worth their out On circles alone Oh my, how the mighty smite What smoulders, what survives To destroy all that needs to turn So everything'll turn out right There I go again Come, oh come as doom As windows to the room So it's too soon We whistle to that tune of 'Ophelia' And die until we'll die no more There I go, again Casting doubt and then Leaving home to mend this broken world Come, oh come as doom As windows to the room So, it's too soon I miss Ophelia Who died until she was no more So there I go With my pal, ol' dread Forbidden cities end And no friends amend This debt of air Are we null at keel? Where mistakes appeal And mandrakes stomp their heels On our circles alone There I go