Speak to me in secret tongues, you wanderer of twilight worlds
Stolen words you gave to me as treasure maps
Drawn in disappearing ink beneath my skin...
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Somewhere along this way was a reason for going
A vision we chased down the path into darkness
Or a dream of what we would find
On a blind foray into seething wilderness...
We descended upon the city of secret lights
With a hunger for the world in our hearts
Chasing the taste of a dream we once had
For a moment passing through catatonia to new sight...
There was clay in the ground I clawed through
Pulling myself back to the surface
To sit in a rainstorm I longed for years to feel again
And I began to shape the clay...
Look up and see where the world ends
Out of reach, the edge hovering always above
Pressing down on fears of the beyond
Grinding to dust all dream of escape—
The lights in the trees hang higher now
Soft thrills glow warmly within
A song of the night approaching slow
Cosmic footsteps unsure of what lies ahead