If I were young, I'd be one with my words
Not yet a statue, a rough break
Seeking hope's return
It is so like me to dream you
To be lost to desire
Your image comes to me like terrains of fire
I held your voice infinite in the night air
Go toward what is real
Oh, the moon is no god of fear
I need walks long enough to free me from my mind
A sense of horizon, oh oh oh
In this midnight, give rise
The precious oil
When words were just a reach for some truer knowledge
I watched you lift your eyes
Igniting like a legend
The molten dripping metal,
The sense of horizon
I held your voice infinite in the night air
I melt and rejoice
Oh, the moon is no god of fear
When I read your words,
I almost forgot the ringing of the world
Floating surrender
The moments that followed found me Running to the higher lands
Divine noise in my throat
Igniting like a legend
It is so like me to breathe you
To be lost to desire
Your image comes through me,
I'll expect terrains of fire