I had seen this dream many times. I would wake up on some shore, not knowning who, or where I was. And then the questions would come flooding in. A red hot sun would climb the edge of the world and explode into hundreds of these great birds of fire – and I would find myself chasing one of them throughout the dream. Mountain paths of old and great rivers would guide me somewhere which I knew to be the edge... Not the edge of the dream but the edge of something extremely significant. I knew because that's where I would find the bird. Every single time.
In wait for this moment - chased all your life. In search of a time - out of your seen sky. In silence of wind - and hoping to say: are you the echo, or still just the same?
Past the rivers three - midst the winds of me. At the edge of world - my point of no return. I find the bird in flame - Returned to her glade. And that is all it takes - I'm someone, somewhere else.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
