Dive from the top
just don’t stop as it glints
with a tint of green hills
that now gray fading hints

of the young who cry out
although dumb still can shout
peeling chives that have dried
yes, and died from the drought

How she climbs, no she leaps
lifting limbs past the cliff
where her feet seem to drift
in the midst of the deep

So the two do not eat
of the earth, of the air
No, they dare do not feed
for a wolf will not share

Yet they stare and they stare
through the dark – through the night
and they wait and they stare
and they wait, where’s the light?
And they stare and they wait
and they wait and they stare
and they grasp and they pull
at their hair, where’s the air?
And they shout and they scream
and they scream it’s a dream!
while they lean on the walls
in their damp prison hall

`til one falls from the heat
from the steam
it’s a dream…

And they sit and they breath
in the air
it’s not fair…

But the room remains dark

so they wait and they stare