Lyrics:
Last call for everythingA pool of emmaline's deliriousShe lingers like a chainIt's more than grave but not too seriousSend your reverie to me, fakerInto the mouth of green morning, fakerI am so wide awakeThe wind is moving blossoms through the doorIt's more than I can takeBut half as much as what it was beforeSend your reverie to me, fakerInto the mouth of green morning, faker