Lyrics:

Running up the hill with a new lit love
Pass a silver lining and then a white dove
Caught up in first names, all colors but blue
Mirrors right and left, unambiguous clues.
Surrounding everything a thin white smoke
Rings of ornaments, out of leaves and fine strokes
Helplessly engaged in a game with no end
Sweet and bitter taste webs following a trend.
Sweet and bitter taste.
Sweet and bitter taste.
Sweet and bitter taste.
Sweet and bitter taste.
Immediate and steep lifted crossing roads
Repetition will displace all eventual codes
Converging heavily to a systems offshoot
Unfold into a tree redirected hard root.
Sweet and bitter taste.
Sweet and bitter taste.
Sweet and bitter taste.
Sweet and bitter taste.
Sweet and bitter taste.
Sweet and bitter taste.
Sweet and bitter taste.
Sweet and bitter taste.