(Whose health do you hold).
Oh I've become so impatient.
Freeing to such a delicate distance;
oh if I could ever be so clear.
It finds you before you know you.
Who made you believe you were so far from the truth?
I'm casted for the will to move on
and come back to me wait dreamer you haven't been set off to sleep
Yielding to saints, yield to the watcher
Lord knows he's been working; extending the union.
Well if I could only forget what it's like to use you.