If I were young I'd be unbridled with my words
Not yet a statue, a rough break seeking hope's return
It is so like me to dream you, to be lost to desire
Your image comes to me like terrains of fire
I held your voice
Infinite in the night
Go toward what is real
The moon is no God of fear
In this midnight, give rise the precious oil
When words were just a reach for some truer knowledge
I watch you lift your eyes, igniting like a legend
The molten dripping metal, that sense of horizon
I held your voice
Infinite in the night air
Go towards what is real
The moon is no God of fear
When I read your words
I felt the ringing of the world
Floating surrender
I need walks long enough
To free me from my mind (terrains of fire)
A sense of horizon
I need walks long enough
To free me from my mind (terrains of fire)
A sense of horizon