moonlight, intelligent stars and a magic low incantation, using the art of dreams divided at 13 for me and you to be protected in those uncertain sentiments when love goes stumbling or is replaced by the devil you know, acting rough to our lust for life

a hundred bottles line the shore enough to reflect on my sky your fantasy enough to harden my time enough to guide my darkness to your sun enough to know one's wicked gonna come enough you to feel me I'm better than you