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