In the book of beginnings
back to the place where life was beating slow
taste the sense of enchantment
words they flow like waterfalls
we burned the candles to the bone
swimming in the midnight
heart beats inside the blackened shell
of the light
Oh!...
on a rift of morning fog
through spiderwebs hangs a golden glow
in the valley of encampment
as the distant echoe calls
through the air the spinning clay
floats in the sunlight
heart beats inside the blackened shell
of the light
Oh!...
back to the place where life was beating slow
taste the sense of enchantment
words they flow like waterfalls
we burned the candles to the bone
swimming in the midnight
heart beats inside the blackened shell
of the light
Oh!...
on a rift of morning fog
through spiderwebs hangs a golden glow
in the valley of encampment
as the distant echoe calls
through the air the spinning clay
floats in the sunlight
heart beats inside the blackened shell
of the light
Oh!...
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