Like a molten lava it flows Grief grows

Deep hidden beneath All the performances Lies quietly another sense Like a molten lava it flows Grief grows

It stays with me day or night Like a sense of smell or a touch Blissfully unaware of its presence, but Like a molten lava it flows Grief grows

Nor better or for worse I have acquired another sense The night is dark and quiet Like a molten lava it flows Grief grows