it`s big and it`s small and it`s true
it`s ash from a note meant for you
a secret down under a claw
and nobody can see what it`s for
a language from far away
left in the sanddunes of a place that used to be for good
for good...
it`s heartshaped, it`s round, it`s a cross
a result of magic and loss
it`s earth, wind and fire in ice
and it lies between the corners of the skies
a language from far away
left in the sanddues of something we never understood
nobody knows what it was supposed to sound like
in a place that used to be for good
for good...
