The feeling Could almost be worn As easily As wearing a suit Have become Blind in the search for light Plateau of white Expanding into your dreams Time will never Return What is here Lost Making Deserts bloom But not for us We traded Our tending sky For his hands Plateau of white Expanding into your dreams Time will never Return What is here Lost Plateau of white Expanding into your dreams Sanded down by years And dried out by the sun Sanded down By the dark mantra of our times