Texty: Tribe After Tribe. Enchanted Entrance. Loud And Clear.

In something lost
and reaching to someone
and wanting water inside

in secret places
where sattelites abound
in sea shell traces
and gone are we

she won't surrender
as your words fall to the ground
and you won't turn your back
and your voice it's only sound

how easy light falls
and turns your head to see
in mirrors of walls
in these trees

she won't surrender
as your words fall to the ground
and you won't turn your back
and your voice it's only sound

so loud so loud and clear
in ancient canyons drowned in time
where warm flesh freezes

in mind
in mind
so loud and clear