So so fast, the sailing ships
The outer rim, the innocence
The lovely air, the wind it breathes
It comes
When do you follow, where do you lead?
With unclean hands, a fire to feed
Like the signs of the cosmic,
The crush of the eyes,
It's just better in blood like a surest gold sun.
When do you follow, where do you lead?
With unclean hands, a fire to feed
Like the signs of the cosmic,
The crush of the eyes,
It's just better in blood like a surest gold sun.