In dreams, I drink the marrow from my bones In dreams And it seems I could make myself as hollow as your ghost Or at least something close, closer to you (to you) ♪ I long to feel the warmth of your rosegold I long to see its glow crack through shadow Reaching out for the hand it could never hold Rush to the mirror to meet no reflection but the Gods of Nothing Their bottomless-eyes wide open Met with their gaze, locked in their embrace They say they see no grace in me They tell me there is no heaven left in me There is no heaven left in me There is no heaven left in me