In the light men're crossing over lone shadows Wearing veiled slight hopes for intimacy Talking how they've become the blue saints Above cold ground wondering if light flows down In the light men're crossing over dried river Without hope for water to stay alive They all feel thirst looking over dried river So now that's only feed for intimacy. Want to be close To be close
At the last moment their souls sing Along haunting voice of lone shadows Hoping they could search for lost minds Will they come through intimacy? Want to be close Want to be close
At the last moment their souls sing Along haunting voice of lone shadows Hoping they could search for lost minds Will they come through intimacy? Want to be close Want to be close