The hour of souls is the night by your side
I sleep behind the moon
the whisper of angels, your breath
The ceiling is gone
with your slender hand in mine above me spins the spiral shaft
spinning round and round
above me spins the spiral shaft
The first day of spring is the light in your eyes
with your slender hand in mine
I walk on the surface of the sun
the core of the fire, your voice
The ceiling is gone
above me spins the spiral shaft
above me spins the spiral shaft
spinning round and round.
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