Planetary swirls covering the vast oceans...

Sweet vanilla roaming around in the atmosphere...

Tilting ahead for the stars to see...

Tilting ahead for the comets to be...

Buried treasure lying in my bed...

Drowning helplessly in silver where I have been fed...

But if bliss brings bitter balance...

And if hearts twist a bitter challenge...

Then my skin will die with gold...

Die with gold on my tombstone...