Sometimes in the evening late, I drift between unconsciousness and fate; And when a breath redefines my aim I come around again. How deep does the time suspend? A pendent hangs displaying what it may; And when a voice or a force transcends I come around again. Sometimes under stars domain, A silhouette of drunks are on the stage; They perform with unbridled shame And come around again. And sometimes I sit around and wait, And piece together innocence and faith; And then I find that the winds have changed For the suns ascent. You and I we're stuck in paradise, Stuck in my mind.