I turn my head to those that give me love,
to those that used to give me love,
to those that one day might.
I lose my head too easily,
I twist and turn in search for eternal sunshine,
even though I know very well
there must be room for night.
One day I will twist myself to death,
and in that eternal rest,
I will stop looking for sunshine,
I will learn to love what’s truly mine,
and become darkness that bleeds light.
Spirit of Tara 