I come back as a pilgrim Doing a dream I been here before Matured in your eyes Solid Fading tracks Left in hands of the killing flock Oh I guess Love is that your thing You should hide in the leaves Grooving in the rain I come back as a bishop One humble dying trembling kiss I come back as a liar Beacuse there is a lie I will not resist I won't be taken by a butterfly collector Till validate to an inspector How sweet to be a crow How about the sparrow Hourglass and charms Fix a tile of errors