Sunset and wavelengths are long
Crepuscular waves twilight song
Hold that thought
It melts like morning frost
Your halos burnt off
But the ground is soft
Upturned face closed eyes
Just breathe
Sailed upstream in ships we believe
Silver skies that reveal gold below
Like masquerade hares
Until they show
Sailed upstream in ships we believe
Sailed upstream in ships we believe
Sailed upstream in ships we believe