In the face of a dimly-lit room,
There's sparking nights and a shadow's 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.

The cosmic crypto-nitra,
Embrace the void, become one.

In the evening, the spirit's low.

As the journey starts,
where the fight would 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,
that stands still.

Space and whites.

In the evening, the spirit's low.

As the journey starts,
where the fight would 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.