EaulachonThe world is a mess and I am inside itThe world is a song and I might join inA cave and a glass may be full with warmthI am the steam you watch riseIdeals comb through young mindsArmed with passion, with promiseI want the wood and the metal in handI want to shape my crestThe ghost has survived and boarded againCrafted a new set of eyesMy song may travel over the worldI'll be the voices that rise
MontagnaI need my mountain backBecause that's where I sitI sit and become the mountain I need my eyes backBecause that's how I watchI watch myself growing oldAs granite's hold launchesBetween crown and full moonI discard five lossesIn a single afternoonUna più notte quiUna nuova notte quiMontagna, MontagnaPrego ritornoCi guardiamo svilupparci vecchiPlease return
ChildrenIn a violet dream with dusty snowI swam through the architecture of a godPulling pieces of history down from their hooksThe liquid world was warm and lightheadedI held onto a foreign parcel, treading with goblins and paint plodders Floating on the waves, breathing in and singing out the motionArriving at your doorIt was so hard to focus...Those... things so far out of reachI think I knew themI think they were oursWill you help me get them back? Is that possible?I'm still not sure if I can face the truth
l Parallel lThe parallel unfolds your lifeSandpaper of thoughtA message taken backBriefly for the oldTo tether the ceilingOf the voidYou work, obsessedEclipsed by your blindnessExposed to the elementsOf your doubtThe parallel is nearingThe young now are cheeringThese walls are floating apartOur two paths crossBut we do not walk themAs the rough thought occursAs the moon's vision blursWe bring a match to the endWatch for the parallel's bend Take this message to your grave
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