(The light drifts low... beneath the sound...)
A pale horizon turns around
The air is deep — the day unwinds
The echoes hum through fragile minds
I feel the sky dissolve in blue
Each breath becomes a sound of you
The shadows sing in silver tones
The ocean sleeps inside the bones
Echoes of the horizon fade
Where dreams are born and time decayed
The light remains — it drifts, it stays
Through endless night, through quiet days
The air is glass — it hums, it flows
Through every thought the color grows
Each chord a wave, each sound a flame
The world dissolves without a name
(Ahhh... drifting through the rain...)
(Ahhh... fading, fading...)
(The sound becomes the sky...)
The dream returns... the light replies...
