My senses fail me at the halfway between dawn and dusk Crossroads, cross-stops I try to be so present, whispered phantom hellos Thoughts turn to you I need you right here Quick glances meant something, But glint stone cryptograph - it guides me It's phoenix ash in a bottle I'll move along, righting the wrong In constellation ushered in by its starlit ovation Looking back never felt right Yet looking in, I will accept My apparition, it has its own name I've become painless Celestial, I fade Glide through the cosmos, a reunion of sorts Longest hunted sport Prize, I've donned crude disguise Wolf in sheep, sheep in wolf – recognize Crude disguise Wolf in sheep, sheep in wolf – recognize The guilty con Come on The guilty con Come on