Let me enter inside your world a frozen curtain hides your world overhanging the tops moon dust shall mend my heart overhanging the tops...
The undergrowth with its diaphanous white keeps calling and snowy owls in their divine wisdom still whispering the starry dome is my ceiling at night the blazing sun is my chimney outside and boreal wind by my side, by my side...
overhanging the tops moon dust shall mend my heart overhanging the tops...