In the light men’re crossing over lone shadows
Wearing veiled slight hopes for intimacy
Talking how they’ve seen the blue saints
Above cold ground wondering if light flows

In the light men’re crossing over dried river
Without hope for water to stay long
They all feel thirst looking over dried river
Now that only seeks for intimacy

Want to be close
To be close

*
At the last moment their souls sing
Along haunting voice of lone shadows
Hoping they could search for lost minds
Will [bad word] through intimacy

* REPEAT

Want to be close
To be close