What sort of thing carries you across the sun? Dreams surround I will call heaven, ever cross the field In a light it's all that I need to move on, on Everlasting ill reproach, is it just a state of mind? What sort of thing carries you across the sun? I will call heaven, ever cross the field In a light it's all that I need to move on, on Take hold, everlasting ill reproach, is it just a state of mind? Lost in a belief in a warm summer breeze Yeah, I'll go there