Lyrics

Last call for everything A pool of emmaline's delirious She lingers like a chain It's more than grave but not too serious Send your reverie to me, faker Into the mouth of green morning, faker I am so wide awake The wind is moving blossoms through the door It's more than I can take But half as much as what it was before Send your reverie to me, faker Into the mouth of green morning, faker Send your reverie to me, faker Into the mouth of green morning, faker