The Church - It Doesn't Change lyrics

Sinking silk, and burning gold Touch you as the air is turning cold Another place i look for you The heights above an almost perfect view Seeing things just rest a while As the tide sweeps out another mile Inside the man, the pleasure dome This is the world that i once called home Strangers in their naked skin Waiting for their sweet oblivion Close to you, hear all you say Even though you're continents away The perfumed air, the taste of fear Shrug your shoulders and they disappear Take this gift and let it grow Let it be all the hope you know It doesn't change