Silver of gleaming light, fog that reflects bright. I am left exhausted by burning memories singe, for a life I live stays on the fringe. Corsets and roses flow, that warm feeling and her glow. I search for a sign over the sea, is this my reality that should be. I grow strong to work like a ox, well rested I stay cunning like a fox. Rising sun that burns over head, I say anything to avoid going to bed.