A Violent Yet Flammable World

Oceans shape the sides

Touching down in the spaces

Soaking from a warm goodbye

An early rise offers kindly

Tonight I sleep to dream

Of a place that's calling me

It is always just a dream

Still I cannot forget what I have seen

The crowd's hard to believe

At their faces I'm looking

But your feet I'm following

In soft steps on a path the way you lead

I don't want to lose myself

It's a whisper

It's a funny thing

We fold like icicles on paper shelves

It's a pity to appear this way

You're flying when your foreign eyes

Trace the heights of the city

Steaming

With rocks and clouds we breathe

Violent skies

A shock to my own body

Speech is wild

Alive sacred and sounding

Wild

From across and beyond, oh far beyond

I don't want to lose myself

It's a whisper

It's a funny thing

We fold like icicles on paper shelves

It's a pity to appear this way

Hold, hold, hold on

I swear I saw it somewhere

Waving, waiting, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow

Hold, hold, hold on

I swear I saw it somewhere

Waving, waiting, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow

I don't want to lose myself

Tonight I sleep to dream of a place that's calling me

It's a whisper

It is always just a dream

It's a funny thing

Still I cannot forget what I have seen

We fold like icicles on paper shelves

With rocks and clouds we breathe, a shock to my own body

It's a pity

Alive sacred and sounding

To appear this way

From across and beyond, oh far beyond