Sailing across the ocean, when the moon bare its back
it's gathering from tears and might be drought in your minds
Trees are burning like thunder -the eager of fire
Climbing a little up high, may all the eyes stop shine?

Hell..It’s up here, or we're just falling from grace sometimes
long way down here, it's the sound of your paradise

breathing from a roll for all the abundance to find
we're in control retreating from inside
breathing from a roll, sucking in all your delights
we'll find the road. It’s peace from inside

losing track of fearness underneath all wrongs-goes-right
the Sun burns still, it's the one and only light