Through windows of new desires
I guess I [bad word] to bright

Feeling the coolness of the ocean in your bright eyes
The taste of salty waves
Nascence and feel no more [bad word] while
I [bad word] my faint hand through the softness of your hair

Higher nascence
Nothing will ever make this magic moment vanish
Throughout the streams of time, into the
Fire that purifies the memories
That purifies the hardest feelings
Hidden, lost and found

The last time you met me
I thought I was alive
Through Earth, wind and fire
I'm [bad word] to life, instead

Through windows of new desires
I guess I [bad word] to life through
Earth, wind and fire