Yellow Sea

She walks with ghosts on hooves made all of gold in purple dunes A soft wind blows, yield control She turns to stone and then she floats That's all that it takes She drifts just like a cloud to the edge To the edge of space where time awaits, wear away She is turning dark like a shadow, lie awake She turns to stone and then she floats That's all that it takes I can You can She can We can That's all that it takes