can you see through me,
or,
do you wonder if I'll fall?
do you know why I'm crying,
or,
can you see me through the pall?


now I'm in my element,
oh!
can't you sense my happiness?
do you know what I just meant,
or,
do you wonder at my words?


they are multi-faceted,
yes,
my words are, as am I;
I am happy, I am sad,
yet,
I'm frightened, and frustrated,


I sense that I'm supposed to be
so
happy in my sweet element,
oh cold of winter, I love thee,
yet
it is, however, bittersweet,


there's more to life than virgin snow
j'doch!
no matter what I'd like to think
the world is corrupt, and vile, low
and
even my heros sometimes fall


these are the things I fear,
behold!
suspicions, and seperation,
from those to whom I'm near
when
we are drifting more distant


almost
as if aloft on a giant sea
a floating ship of misery
on waters which are coldy icy
yet
I can pierce them cyrstal clearly


and
I can see the blackness now
it's up ahead, it's all around
there is no sky above us here
this
wretched place has no help near


drifting
all about us now, the fog of doubt,
and mists of fear, we cling about
grasping the boat sides tightly
but
never each other


then
the boatsrowmann looks back,
it's horny death, eyes of black,
speaking verse of suicide...
suicide!
disbelieving, we recoil back!


lo!
the boat sees no clear heading
'mongst this endless, aimless, setting
at sea I see lost souls treading
oh
I wish to hold you close


but
another oarsmann s'with you
and I'm feeling cast aside
you don't ever have the time
to
brighten my sky anymore


thus
we wander here adrift
in this sorrowful place
longing, wishing to return to
that
which we cannot bring back

 
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