I have traveled alone to be here.
And now, underneath the faltering clear.
I dream seamless perpetual night.
So deep, aching for the dawn to arrive.
It's coming, it coming,
it's come, and I feel I'm close to something divine.
Chorus:
Something eternal and pure
divine
nothing that I've seen before.
It feels like I'm falling, and forever is a long way down.
Yet slowly spilling like riverflow at the mouth of the shore.
If we run into tomorrow,
It would be the highest low;
it's as far as we go.
But we die together,
we live believing the light returns,
and we'll never be whole until then.
We're closer, we're closer,
we're close, and I feel we're touching something divine.
Repeat Chorus
