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, the lighter snow,
clear the pores of the universe stone.

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, false takes light,
colors merge in the fading light,
a cosmic crypt, no need to run,
embrace the void,
become one.

In the evening, the spirit snow,
as the journey starts and a fight will go,
and the eyes, the lighter snow,
clear the pores of the universe stone.

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

Life stands still,
space and whites.

In the evening, the spirit snow,
as the journey starts and a fight will go,
and the eyes, the lighter snow,
clear the pores of the universe stone.

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