Come, take my hand
Let’s undo the knots of the past
From the night where phantoms toss and turn,
go further, deeper as the day is closing
Soft and fragile
There is grace in the dead of silence
As we dream gentle hands are shaping,
further, higher as the new day enters
Watch the mind run far away,
way ahead of us
and everything that will be and was
here and now
We opened the door
Found a way, we hadn’t seen before
Found a reality that shields us and clothes us,
makes us hungry for things the day can offer
Watch the mind run far away,
way ahead of us
and everything that will be and was
here and now
Watch the mind run far away,
way ahead of us
and everything that will be and was
here and now