Your star burns and dies out a thousand times over
But still remains a source of light to guide you home
In flight or in free fall, glide along the evergreen
Motes of dust resembling constellations
Every step directed with purpose
Unwearied in your desire to seek
The others seeking virtue to follow
Will track the living imprint of your feet
Waking into the moment from a fever dream
Two steps behind, observing compulsive thoughts in a conscious stream
Let this moment break your heart
Something greater to impart
Anxieties that you try to pacify will keep you going under
Follow me to the sound
Conscious soul to be found
Anchors cast in the disarray drift away
Drift away, unafraid of what awaits
Endless edge of an endless horizon
Ships passing like ghosts over graves
Set yourself upon the precipice of the earth, feeling through everything
Let this moment break your heart
Something greater to impart
Anxieties that you try to pacify will keep you going under
Follow me to the sound
Conscious soul to be found
Compulsive thoughts in a conscious stream
The moment hits you like a cannon blast, when you wake into being
Unidentified with your past
The moment hits you like a cannon blast
Love you found in the empty space slipped away
Slipped away in the fade
In flight or in free fall, glide along the evergreen
Motes of dust resembling constellations
We are waking up out of this coma
