Limp? limp?
How could you call this limp?
Dawn of light lying between a silence and sold sources
Chased amid fusions of wonder, in moments hardly seen forgotten
Coloured in pastures of chance dancing leaves cast spells of challenge
Amused but real in thought, we fled from the sea whole
Dawn of thought transferred through moments of days under searching every feeling
Corridors of time provoking memories, disjointed but with purpose
Craving penetrations offer links with the self instructor's sharp
And tender love as we took to the air, a picture of distance
Dawn of our power we amuse redescending as fast as misused
Expression, as only to teach love as to reveal passion chasing
Late into corners, and we danced from the ocean
Dawn of love sent within us colours of awakening among the many
Won't to follow, only tunes of a different age, as the links span
Our endless caresses for the freedom of life everlasting
yeah, yeah, yeah......