Paroles de Sublimation

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?