Distant calling inside my soul breaks through to you
Ancient dreams of falling now are coming true
With the daze of days run through
Holding on to something free and true
Gasping holding still for the fire
Keeping sight of lights awire
Dropping haste in change for crystal thoughts
Sealing up the hollow hill of knots
Bringing shadows back to life
All this change packed in a box of wind
All this change packed in a box of wind
Causing light to dissipate in souls
Changing tides
Changing sides
Distant goals are in our souls
Distant calling inside my soul breaks through to you
Ancient dreams of falling now are coming true
With the daze of summer gone
Winter sheds a coat around the home
Building nightfall up to the stars
Danger of falling through the open moon
Dropping haste in change for crystal thoughts
Sealing up the hollow hill of knots
Bringing shadows back to life
All this change packed in a box of wind
All this change packed in a box of wind
Causing light to dissipate in souls
Changing tides
Changing sides
Distant goals are in our souls