...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead Blade Of Wind
The weight of the stone like the weight of a sun
Its form divided one by one
Take up stays with shaking hands
Tear eyes away, fading swathes of land
And sail off
If it keeps us alive, we keep coming back
All the way up
Skimming over the skies like a blade of wind
Gaze transfixed on a face in the sound
The forms dissolves in a vapor cloud
Devoid of means to turn sails around
Draw forward with no sight of ground
You sail off
If it keeps you alive, you keep coming back
All the way up
Skimming over the storm that keeps coming in
And sail off
If it keeps us alive, we keep coming back
Gazes fixed on the curve of the sines
It modulates a voice in your mind
Hear its thought or feel its breath
A form evolved past consciousness
Cause he sailed off
If he keeps us alive, we keep coming back
All the way up
Skimming over the skies unafraid of death
And sail off
If it keeps us alive, we keep coming back
All the way up
Skimming over the skies like a blade of wind