[ Featuring the Old Soul Orchestra ]
When the sun is buried again
My thoughts, like moths, are drawn into my heart
By the lantern that you left there
My celestial guide, darling, I hear you from afar
The notes of love you've hidden along my path
Cll made of stars
These signal fires
These signal fires
Your love is burning like the pyre
Burning like the pyre
Cll made of stars
These signal fires
These signal fire
Their semblance on the black surface of the water
My darling
Where would I be without you?
I'd waste years trying to find myself upon a map
Cll made of stars
These signal fires
These signal fires
Your love is burning like the pyre
Burning like the pyre
Cll made of stars
These signal fires
These signal fires
