Pale Forest
Puny Minds
Crystal wings on angel backs descending far above our tracks Puny minds beneath their lives A flight of glory over star encrusted skies Drift into obscurity's passage where silence is all Drift into obscurity's passage where silence is all where nothing is all And no one below knows where the truth lies Nothing really fades and nothing really dies From child to senile, from senile to child Unbreakable circle, the river running wild
From Letras Mania