All the worlds that we contain
After-images of light
The dusk descends
Behind the clouds of your iris
Intertwined
With darker shades
That resonate through life
We used to speak in colours
We used to hear the songs
Of those who are to follow
Names called from the dust
Sand choked glass veins of time
We were the mirage and the echo
Waiting for gaze
Waiting for voice
That would resonate through life
We used to speak in colours
We used to hear the songs
Of those who are to follow
Names called from the dust
See what I see
Feel what I feel
After-images of light
The dusk descends
Behind the clouds of your iris
Intertwined
With darker shades
That resonate through life
We used to speak in colours
We used to hear the songs
Of those who are to follow
Names called from the dust
Sand choked glass veins of time
We were the mirage and the echo
Waiting for gaze
Waiting for voice
That would resonate through life
We used to speak in colours
We used to hear the songs
Of those who are to follow
Names called from the dust
See what I see
Feel what I feel