Iris
Nightfall Lyrics

Oh, how much I love your eyes
Expressing the intensity of the singer's love towards the person being addressed and specifically acknowledging their eyes.

I′m waving like moonbeams on a nightside Sea
Describing the singer's feelings of movement and fluctuation, similar to how moonbeams wave on a sea reflecting the night sky's darkness.

Whenever, wherever mine crosses yours so
Emphasizing the importance of the connection between the singer and the person being addressed.

Amenable I do feel, until I myself I hide Behind the sand-dunes on the shore of the Absorbent sandcastles.
Acknowledging that the artist feels amenable when in connection, but they also retreat or hide when alone, and they use imagery to emphasize this point.

Broken into shivers, memories still haunt me.
Describing how the artist's memories of the past are haunting, by using vivid imagery conveying a sense of being shattered.

The knight in golden armour turns into Millions of vacant sinus; inner sickles Trying to find a way out of the flesh, the Planted one with memorable experiences, Tassels in white faces...
Using a metaphor to say how memories that used to be glorious, now feel empty and searching for an escape, and how the past is connected to the present, uncovering it like jewels buried in soil.

Iris is a sine qua non for us indeed, though, Absolute darkness reminds me of the age of Ignorance.
Establishing the importance of Iris among the singer and the person being addressed but contrasting the concept of the absolute darkness that highlights an age of ignorance.

But, now as I recall all those I've seen so far through this burning blood Red veil "oh, it makes me soften, I realize how terrific it′d be to sojourn two Thousand years with you; your inept Dreams... my cerebral mansion".
The artist acknowledges and accepts the memories that they carry and reveals the idea of being with the person being addressed for a longer time to create new memorable experiences.

I'm a creature of terra firma; as an urn I Hold and kiss the ashes of my dying race; as I grow up, Iris grows too, but, how can I Speak to the dry ground about the wet saliva Of my eyes?
Using an extended metaphor, the artist acknowledges their ties to their roots but also shows the difficulty of communication and expressiveness.

Wisdom's cavern stands far from oceans, That′s for sure my dear.
Using poetic language, the artist affirms that wisdom lies far from the ocean, figuratively implying a need to grow and evolve further.

Here I feel the crucial crux of all our Dilemas, all those things won′t ever Touch our flesh, let them go, let them fade Behind, let them stare at the Iris' narcotic Sight while the flaming aureole will offers Us pleasure; the pleasure an infant gets Along with its mother′s white, fluid bribe.
Elaborating on the idea of letting go of the past and savoring their connection, describing how it provides immense pleasure, similar to how a mother provides pleasure to an infant.