Madigral

[Instrumental]

Our abode 'mongst the stars is waiting
long enough for our last breath of life
You stare at nothing, right through me
at times resembling the Devil's concubine
And me, I am the idol that would long
to caress our eyes until they would open no more
I would comfort you if I only could
but as we all know by now... I am just thin air
Unaware as you are of my presence
you are losing yourself
Hiding within the amen corner.