Under the wakeful moon
Fire fleeing for all the stars are burnt
Dance to the Sun
And on a pliable field
You’ll crop well if he won’t infere
We’ll dance to the Sun
And all the world
And you…
The Firesky
The Firesky
So the sky looks down
Above our plains, bombers are roaring by
The Cockchafer flies
The fires are red wood
Demon, take my hand; we left the place and ran
And danced to the Sun
And all the world
And you…
The Firesky
The Firesky
The cacophony of sadness
The anger is tragic
The piercing sound of a siren
The painful time between silence
Do you see the angel of the enemy?
And am I longing, longing eagerly?
How all our arms fail to embrace the tree
Notice the comfort of the thief
The world, now, is breaking
The seasons collapsing
The Moondance fooled a million eyes
The Missile betrayed a thousand lives
The world, now, is breaking
The seasons collapsing
The Moondance fooled a million eyes
The Missile betrayed a thousand lives
This is now
Under the wakeful moon
Fire fleeing for all the stars are burnt
Dance to the Sun
These are pliable fields
We’ll crop well and he won’t interfere
We’ll dance to the sun
And all the world
And you…
The Firesky
The Firesky