"Dream" lyrics - THE CHURCH

Washed into a sentimental group
Loneliness ??? (0:06)
Battle-clad Byzantium command
And these dark cards look nothing like my hand

Lightning strikes a second time
Songbird knows just when to die
Emperor cries immortal from the grime
Sun is in the hole in the sky

Emptiness builds up with perfumed pride
There's an enemy cruising on the plain tonight
Harmony is lost and then it's wet
Don't know how I'm so far off from my bed

Memories of serpents in the drain
Melting like ice cream in the rain
As my self grows closer to the grave