In the light men’re crossing over lone shadows Wearing veiled slight hopes for intimacy Talking how they’ve seen the blue saints Above cold ground wondering if light flows
In the light men’re crossing over dried river Without hope for water to stay long They all feel thirst looking over dried river Now that only seeks 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