Texty:
Morningside The Moving Crosscurrent Of Time

Dark and hollow Freezing as ice Eternity Of emptiness After long years of waiting Emptiness arrives Now she is the only one here She has no death or

It's all as if the rain's pouring down Gray mists will rest upon the longing eyes As if one's waiting for the spring That November will bring And one

The ace of hearts here that is in the end I see the sky by eyes who has been killed And all these stars a wave of someone's hand Scattered in whirlpools

Sleep So may be you won't hear The call of carnival Close your window Turn off the light Sleep Like a young boy out of fear Running like the leaves Down