Texty: Raised By Swans. Old Fires.

No shadow beneath my feet
no trace left on the ground
i used to think that our hearts could beat
the speed of sound

we?d soar past the crowd like angels
hardly visible
and back to the times we?d time to kill
darling
it?s criminal

only if i?d only kept if only to myself

starlight hide your warmth
although the wolves cry at our door
and days get older
the night is young
vanish like the moon without the sun

we stretched like a sunbeam across the sky
no end in sight
who would have thought a heart could break
the speed of light

entwined in the night like animals
hardly divisible
my shadow has not rejoined me still
darling
it?s criminal

morning without warning
cut the moorings
push me out

starlight hide your warmth
although the wolves cry at our door
and days gets older
the night is young
vanish like the moon without the sun

old fires burn young again tonight