Coming back to you
The deepening pool
Holding the last breath
As we scale the crest
No dry bodies left
Entering the day
When all point this way
With summoning, this liquid overflows
And our minds are made, from here a beacon glows
Cooling, probing, grasping the final sign
Easing, reasoning, answering all the time
Lifting up the ground again, wanting more
Stretching the horizon, wanting more
Taking hold of destiny, wanting more
