[Verse 1]

Matter of me flows through all of you

Form to any vessel low

Falling up into space

We're taken away

Dulcinea will shine

On the aerie below

A beacon razes the sky

And yet unseen

Consigned to stumble in mist

Until we're washed away

[Verse 2]

Fission of hearts drains my liquid form

To the other sea far

Closed, a structure

Change forms to open it

New, the spectrum

Realize the viscous state

Hone instruction

Take heed, though all will flow

Known, a junction

Realize the viscous state