In the haze of a tainted room,
As spark ignites and the shadows loom,
Green eyes whisper,
collect my name,
A new sensation that'll never be the same.

In the heat of the stirred snow,
A journey starts and a fight will go,
And the eyes and light are so clear,
The pulse of the universe stone.

First touch,
there was no stop,
First touch,
lifted off the ground,
First touch,
a sacred rite,
First touch into the night.

Fingers numb, fawns take flight,
Colors merge in the fading light,
A cosmic crypt of nature,
Embrace the void, become one.

In the evening, let the spirits know,
As the journey starts and a fight will go,
And the eyes and light are so,
clear, The pulse of the universe stone.

First touch, there was no stop,
First touch, lifted off the ground,
First touch, a sacred rite,
First touch into the night.

Stars align,
beneath the smoke,
A hidden sign,
that stands still,
Space and whites.

In the evening, let the spirits know,
As the journey starts and a fight will go,
And the eyes and light are so,
clear, The pulse of the universe stone.

First touch, there was no stop,
First touch, lifted off the ground,
First touch, a sacred rite,
First touch into the night.