Metamorphosis

Through the tides of time your eyes are glittering
I am sure the sun will soon be coming in
Trembling signs betray the watchmen of the night
They will find you, better seek a place to hide
Waiting for the verdicts of the trial
Waiting for your memory to mate
Waiting to be in for evocation
Waiting for a yesterday to date
Waiting to grow up for initiation
Waiting for the decadence to brave
Waiting to be strong for the departure
Waiting to be killed beyond the waves
Eight miles high
And the living is easy