Light touched my hands
In a dream of golden skans from now on
You can forget all future plans
Night touched my hand with the turning
Golden skans from the night to the light all plans
Are golden in your hand.
Set sail from sense and all her young
Set sail from where we once begun
While we wait
While we wait.
hall of records or numbers or spaces still [bad word] or relics disciples and the young
We sailed from sense brought all our young
We sailed from where we once begun