Until the intertwining of the steam and snow through tea.
Until the intertwining of the steam and snow through tea.
And the falls from the used-in seat, I hate a twinkling of the unchanging. And the falls from the used-in seat, I hate a twinkling of the unchanging. I hate the unchanging in tea, with the intertwining of a used seat, Through the snow and from the falls, until the twinkling of steam.

Am I wicked, empty to love the cup across me, the darkest heart.
Am I wicked, empty to love the cup across me, the darkest heart.
Under the wonderland, the thorns divulge stars, and the frozen castle sinks the heavy threads to you. Under the wonderland, the thorns divulge stars, and the frozen castle sinks the heavy threads to you. The cup across me empty under the wicked wonderland, the darkest stars, the thorns to divulge love, The castle threads the heavy heart and sinks, am I frozen to you.

Rain and waves spill on the navy thoughts of you, always.
Rain and waves spill on the navy thoughts of you, always.
Into the invisible maze and over my gravel, that withering potion, that middle window. Into the invisible maze and over my gravel, that withering potion, that middle window. My thoughts always spill over you, and the invisible maze, into the navy gravel potion, And on that middle window that waves of withering rain.

Through the maze of wonderland and the thorns of the castle, the twinkling stars and the darkest waves, intertwining under navy threads.
I [insert] you until the invisible snow sinks into the wicked gravel
and the rain falls heavy on the heart. The steam frozen that used to spill from the potion in the middle of me and the empty window seat across, always I am withering to divulge my unchanging thoughts with you over a cup of tea.