كلمات The Golden Age

The fading temple bells calm the waves. The world rocks carefully. The sand draws its constellations in the moonlight. The clocks turn back time to greet the Spring, while abandoned dolls in the seaweed dream with open pearl eyes, among whales snoring dark frequencies into the night. We dream of stones now. All the softness is gone. Salt alters all that remains. It shapes pebbles and eternal thirst. It carves up your body, so that you too will vaporize, and the rain will carry you out to sea. Slowly, I wake from a dream to be in another dream Where everything moves to the beat of a resonating drum It rings louder and louder and longer and longer All the way to the border And back to when we were young and out of our minds Out of our minds Slowly, I fall into a dream to think that's just a dream As breathing in and out with my beating heart It beats louder and louder and longer and longer All the way to the border And back to when I was young and out of my mind Out of my mind