This reality is unsustained;

I need my world

To stop its kaleidoscope spin.

I need to feel your arms again

I need you to hold me;

Drink the blood from my veins,

Create my honey-sweet-heart-perfect pain

And swear to me you love me.

I need the false to give way to the true

And slavery to bow before liberty –

I need my hope of promise in you

And my iron-bound wings set free.