Stars are slippin' softly by the window as we plane

The ripple of a song comes filtering in without a name

The flower in your hat, transports me to a house

Aflame, she by the fire, a man there thinks to douse



Following conversations like a beggar through narrow streets

Fingers reached and touched, a feeling never seemed so sweet

All the tears of living, cascading clothes to the floor

Embark upon a fevered trail, of great unspoken law



And you call me father, courter of the skies

Inborn, melt together, route earthbound lonely spies



Guarder of light, watch over us

Lord of the living, breathe in our dust

We ache for nothing, more can we ask?