The clouds have taken shape,
Wet sand pays off the sky,
The sea at this time gleams like kyanite
Wet sand pays off the sky,
The sea at this time gleams like kyanite
As cities in distant citrine,
The sunset unattainable,
Are as full as a dream.
The sunset unattainable,
Are as full as a dream.
We sit on rocks, glints of jasper
And obsidian, each one as unique
And as querulous as us,
And obsidian, each one as unique
And as querulous as us,
To watch what looks like quartz
Hanging from pendants,
Full of rose and smoke,
Hanging from pendants,
Full of rose and smoke,
Through which light slowly fades.
Florescent lights await us up the hill.
It's what calls to us, as home.
Florescent lights await us up the hill.
It's what calls to us, as home.
