The Embers Of Eden

You knelt on the carpet, crimson and stained Light trickled over your black dress like rain Your lips were hot and my shocked heart screamed And I can't scrape my eyes free of this dream We each occupy the same spacetime Matter, antimatter, tangled like vines And the awful tolling, and the cold rain outside And I cannot scrape this dream off my eyes And the embers of Eden burn You can even see it from space And the great and winding wall between us Seem to copy the lines of your face And the embers of Eden burn You can even see it from space And the great and winding wall between us Seem to copy the lines of your face