to you my sleeping soul; i am the crumbling of wind and Yes
where the call of bird sweeps through me
eternity's face peeks through like a pinprick
it's the dance of immortal heaven
it's the raging of worlds and arching bosom
sleep! only to wake with the blush of the calling on your skin, sleep...
sleep! only to wake with the blush of the calling of the wind, sleep...
for it is raging through you too, softly like the hearts giving rain
And it is gently pushing though, wildly, to be held and loved again
(chorus)
but this soft spur that aches so fully, a hidden catacomb beneath your skin
alive with dancing ages, alight with the glow of youth and innocence
you are ripe now for the embryo of dawning grows fertile and small in your heart
and it is reaching its wings like spreading veins through your waiting flesh
and now your song is like wine, fire of aether's burning, you're reborn in this
where the call of bird sweeps through me
eternity's face peeks through like a pinprick
it's the dance of immortal heaven
it's the raging of worlds and arching bosom
sleep! only to wake with the blush of the calling on your skin, sleep...
sleep! only to wake with the blush of the calling of the wind, sleep...
for it is raging through you too, softly like the hearts giving rain
And it is gently pushing though, wildly, to be held and loved again
(chorus)
but this soft spur that aches so fully, a hidden catacomb beneath your skin
alive with dancing ages, alight with the glow of youth and innocence
you are ripe now for the embryo of dawning grows fertile and small in your heart
and it is reaching its wings like spreading veins through your waiting flesh
and now your song is like wine, fire of aether's burning, you're reborn in this