I found the fragrance separate from the flower In all the logic I was lost I found the fair light blossom to be sour And beneath the soil the real cost You can to me carelessly, I am iris and the lense The bridge adjusting to the water, water, water, water The level inside will rise, a fallen monument lies A prism is only walls My arms will not be bars The well now is your support In autosuggested pathways you are caught You can to me carelessly, I am iris and the lense The bridge adjusting to the water, water, water, water The level inside will rise, a fallen monument lies