Hyperborea

The silent murmur of clouds A single word could bring them down And here we are clinging in the air Like a distant song at a winter fair Without a place on the common ground We traverse through electric sound Seamless to the brink of the sun Our light can not be undone Our light can not be undone Outshine the universe The skies are not mine They're not hers We are the solar winds in the atmosphere We are aurora borealis It dawned on me We are free I know I've never been a realist Never stuck with common sense in moonlight trysts But ice will cover the leafless trees As they stand tall waiting patiently Then last night I was devoured by a dream Filled with static noise and frequencies It struck like lightning to the core As you laid silent I moved on As you laid silent I moved on Outshine the universe The skies are not mine They're not hers We are the solar winds in the atmosphere We are aurora borealis Outshine the universe The skies are not mine They're not hers We are the solar winds in the atmosphere We are aurora borealis We are aurora borealis We are aurora borealis We are aurora borealis We are aurora borealis It dawned on me We are free