Wave after wave wishes unspoken. Talks like a blowtorch. Palms out and frozen. Who said it's easy language is losing. I swallow the steam and claim to be stupid. Nails on the threshold. Moon free don't make me the king of you. Past is a point behind the horizon. Bottom of the flame. Burning the garden. Smiling on the threshold. Moon free don't make me the king of you. Well I'm a soldier for you frightened climbing. Don't make me the king of you. Wave after wishes my boon companion. Talks to the frost but who will cheer the champion