What sort of thing carries you across the sun?
Dreams surround, I will call heaven, ever cross the field
In a light it's all that I need to move on, on
Everlasting ill reproach, is it just a state of mind?
What sort of thing carries you across the sun?
I will call heaven, ever cross the field
In a light it's all that I need to move on, on
Take hold, everlasting ill reproach, is it just a state of mind?
Lost in a belief in a warm summer breeze
Yeah, I'll go there
