Under a frozen star
Taken far from their reach
The final approach begins
Focused on closing the breach
The gentle voice of a stoic brook
Quietly calling me close
The welcoming waters shimmer
Hiding faces of whispering ghosts
Of cries below
There's little I know
But I'll find your secrets
Your coveted glow
Your sun may rise again
But I've been breathing on borrowed time
There is no place for angels
In this silent heaven of mine
Authors of aquatic graves
Sleeping deep beneath the waves
Tell me what I must seek
Guide me, your words I will speak
It seems just a moment ago
My gaze was lost in a sea of stars
My spirit calm, my eyes transfixed
On the shining prophets afar
I could not see you coming
Though I knew that you exist
Collapsed on my knees, I stare at the ground
Engulfed by this fathomless mist
Of songs above
Not much I know of
I don't seek your secrets
Your coveted love
Your sun may rise again
But I've been breathing on borrowed time
There is no place for angels
In this silent heaven of mine
Authors from ethereal graves
Soaring high above the waves
Teach me to master this curse
Guide me through this hell I traverse
