I am I was self It's what I turned to be A solid stone through violin It may not think (make?) just be But when I close my eyes to dream I felt the wind, the rain And a clouded sky that seems Happy to stay (happily stained) I was Once I was Irreversible, but (burnt?) space Between me and what you made of me And how others crowd the sane (cry the same) But when I close my eyes to dream I felt the wind, the rain And a clouded sky that seems Happy to stay (happily stained) I was Once I was Burnt smoke and flesh and flames We now sing to an act of love How (that, we?) can always do the same But when I close my eyes to dream I felt the wind, the rain And a clouded sky that seems Happily stained