In the smallest hour
night´s black like obsidian
Straight from the depths of white tipped
waves comes streams of dreams undone
We tread, tired and true,
from pale green to blessed blue
in depths of deepest red, to the
cold edge of nothingness
Come see what we can be
come see what others see, my
track to tread, day not to dread
so hard and edged
blind innocence
I see what we should be
I see what others see, my track to tread, in deepest red
ardouous test of willingness
In the smallest hour
night´s black like obsidian
Striaght from the depths of white tipped
waves comes streams of dreams undone
We tread, tired and true,
from pale green to blessed blue
in depths of deepest red, to the
cold edge of nothingness
In the smallest hour
night´s black like obsidian
Striaght from the depths of white tipped
waves comes streams of dreams undone
