- Forgive Me -

Echo thronging in the mountains living elements that haunt close Capture the inner turmoil in the humid fog Tie together with Antarctic hair grass You have three minutes A chorus of cries from the stubble plains You catch your share when the hunters moon burns The sand in the hourglass is about to run out The platform edge is closer than you realize and yet you cannot act Express your remorse nobody can rewind the minutes A choice that is valuable to win with head raised