High above

Two pilgrims of the mist

Your words drift to me

Those words I can’t resist

“We are higher than the setting sun

made of metal we are made of stone

When the day returns all that I dream

is that your shadow falls upon my own”

Don’t tell me

of wicked human ways

I’ll hang around here

and dream of you for days

“We are higher than the setting sun

made of metal we are made of stone

When the day returns all that I dream

is that your shadow falls upon my own”

Upon my own

Upon my own

Upon my own