For seven months I blench
Under the blackness that mislead
My steps towards... the whiteness
Then I'm leaning forward to see
In a perpetual alienation
The passing bell which echoes
A Libra unbalanced, suspended at the edge
Drains the cup to the dregs
On the morrow would be
The darkest day in the Stygian gloom
The moon makes me grow older
My ethereal feelings, formally haloed, and lightning
Darken now now insane heart
A certain leaning toward to be
Restless in Morpheus' embrace
Cause this recurrent nightmare
Under the blackness that mislead
My steps towards... the whiteness
Then I'm leaning forward to see
In a perpetual alienation
The passing bell which echoes
A Libra unbalanced, suspended at the edge
Drains the cup to the dregs
On the morrow would be
The darkest day in the Stygian gloom
The moon makes me grow older
My ethereal feelings, formally haloed, and lightning
Darken now now insane heart
A certain leaning toward to be
Restless in Morpheus' embrace
Cause this recurrent nightmare