Melting oceans turn to sky
I forgot the time of the land
Turn older in this night of hope—
And I, oh I, will fly like swimming
In darker water than behind the sun
See the sky is turning into your face
The holy monsters leave no trace
It may come back—it may
Please don’t take it away
Clouds are moving in slow motion
I am moving over the ocean
I can’t stand to hear your footsteps
Even when you will be over
Catharsis goes to Kenya
Hell is closer than the low-low sky
I will be back with you one day
In slow summer or the spring
We’ll spy the coming of apocalypse
The land in my eyes is turning green
I think that this is where I’ve been—
Before—before, a longer life
