so here's the field where we once stoodnsurrounded by those beings of lightnthe trees leaned over the seanand you whispered your song out to me -nhow this world's just some high-pitched pulsenof frequencies trapped in our hearts,nthe hours together we spendnthat's us trying to transcend it, becausenwe both know thatnone day the sun will explodenour bodies will freeze in the endless snownand the only things here that remain of our livesnwill be my expression,nthe look in your open eyesnnnow i sit in starburned-silver fieldsnand call out for those beings of lightnthe birds nest in my hairnmy words burn up in the airnfor i've dreamed the truth and lived a lieni've buried years for nothingnnow it's time to sail for your shoresnlet the oceans forgive us fornforgetting we knownone day the sun will explodenour bodies will freeze in the endless snownand the only things here that remain of our livesnwill be my expression,nthe look in your open eyesnnoh tie me to the mast my friendsndon't let me loose for what i crynthe wind blows traces to menof the song you sing across this seanand time spares not a wayward tonento form the hour we meet once morenand lie, bodies embraced,ngaze cast on each other's face,nwhere it won't matter thatnone day the sun will explodenour bodies will freeze in the endless snownand the only things here that remain of our livesnwill be my expression,nthe look in your open eyes