In the lace of a tethered room,
as sparking nights and the shadows loom,
Green eyes whisper,
calling my name,
a new sensation that'll never be the same.

In the evening, the star-red snow,
a journey starts and a fight will go,
and the eyes and light are so clear,
the pulse of the universe, though.

First touch, the world's loose now,
first touch, lifted off the ground,
first touch,
a sacred rite,
first touch into the night.

Fingers numb, thoughts take flight,
colors merge in the fading light,
a cosmic crypt, no need to run,
embrace the void, become one.

In the evening, the spirit's snow,
as the journey starts and a fight will go,
and the eyes and light are so,
clear,
the pulse of the universe,
though.

First touch, the world's loose now,
first touch, lifted off the ground,
first touch, a sacred rite,
first touch into the night.

Stars align,
beneath the smoke,
the hidden sign,
the standstill,
space and whites.

In the evening, the spirit's snow,
as the journey starts and a fight will go,
and the eyes and light are so,
clear, the pulse of the universe,
though.

First touch, the world's loose now,
first touch, lifted off the ground,
first touch, a sacred rite,
first touch into the night.