Glass

(álbum: Two Suns - 2009)

I will rise now
And go about the city
In the street's
Broadways I seek
Him whom my soul loveth

Went over the sea
What did I find?
A thousand crystal towers
A hundred emerald cities

And the hand of the watchman
In the night sky
Points to my beloved
A knight in crystal armour

And I tried to hold him
I tried for the creed
I'll make a suit of colours
To stop the blinding mirrors

Saw a cape of red and gold
Stifle up the being
With the perfect armour
With a perfect dream

To be made of glass
When two suns are shining
The battle becomes blinding
To be made of glass
But we ride tonight, tonight, tonight, we ride

And with two suns spinning
At two different speeds
Was born a hot white diamond
Burning through the rainbow

Flames fell into orbit
To hold eternally
Two heavenly spirits
That just wouldn't seem

To be made of glass
When two suns are shining
The battle becomes blinding
To be made of glass
But we ride tonight, tonight, tonight, we ride

Hey, oh
Hey, oh oh oh
Hey, oh
Hey, oh oh oh
Hey, oh
Hey oh oh oh