Oceans shape the sides Touching down in the spaces Soaking from a warm goodbye An early rise offers kindly
Tonight I sleep to dream Of a place that´s calling me It is always just a dream Still I cannot forget what I have seen The crowd´s hard to believe At their faces I´m looking But your feet I´m following In soft steps on a path the way you lead
I don´t want to lose myself It´s a whisper It´s a funny thing We fold like icicles on paper shelves It´s a pity to appear this way
You´re flying when your foreign eyes Trace the heights of the city
Steaming With rocks and clouds we breathe Violent skies A shock to my own body Speech is wild Alive sacred and sounding Wild From across and beyond, oh far beyond
I don´t want to lose myself It´s a whisper It´s a funny thing We fold like icicles on paper shelves It´s a pity to appear this way
Hold, hold, hold on I swear I saw it somewhere Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow
Hold, hold, hold on I swear I saw it somewhere Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow
I don´t want to lose myself Tonight I sleep to dream of a place that´s calling me It´s a whisper It is always just a dream It´s a funny thing Still I cannot forget what I have seen We fold like icicles on paper shelves With rocks and clouds we breathe, a shock to my own body It´s a pity Alive sacred and sounding To appear this way