Tangled in an emerald embrace
Gently through the blades
I can feel it commune with me
A black mirror has revealed
We exist between the synapse
Whispers through the void
The colors translate noise
Spoken by an ancient light
In death we learn their language
The gloaming's greater will
What's in between doesn't matter
And everything to ever breathe
What's in between doesn't matter
We're shrouded by the night
In empty rooms where I've drawn the blinds
Exploring the dark that looms in my mind
No seasons shift at the end of time
The solace of silence I'm eager to find
All will become as dust in the breeze
What's in between doesn't matter
And everything to ever breathe
What's in between doesn't matter
What's in between doesn't matter
All will become as dust in the breeze
All will become as dust in the breeze