Space began,
on the other side of the sky
Just by closing her eyes,
she could fly
Swimming in a wishing well,
breathing the water
It was set for a dance today
Dance today
This is the rhythm of a mansion
This is the rhythm of a funeral drum
This is the rhythm of perversion
This is the rhythm of
Beatin' its way inside the
poet's eye
Swimming in a wishing well,
breathing the water
Beatin' its way inside
a soul that was made
Phoenix way inside the soul
of what's made, what's made
Handprints upon stones,
footprints within snow
Slowly removing the moon
from an hourglass sun
Dust to gold
Handprints upon stones
An d footprints within snow
Slowly removing the moon
From an eucalypt's sun
Dust to gold
She'll drown in her soul
An d bleed in her wounds
And suffocating emotion,
never to escape this room
And her silence deafens me,
drowning her soul,
and bleeding her wounds
And suffocating emotion,
never to escape the room
A silence deafens me,
a silence deafens me
It deafens me, silence deafens me
Deafens me, it deafens me
But this is the rhythm of the victory
This is the rhythm of a funeral drum
This is the rhythm
of a funeral drum
The rhythm deflates me,
it deflates me, de flates me
The rhythm deflates me, deflates me
It's trying to deflate me,
the rhythm deflates me,
deflates me you