Indica

Sorrow´s sound, it swirls all about you
Dry fallen leaves that rise like a cloud
Time is a torch in a field of lost faces
Kissed by the mist, you kneel on the ground

Shadowed by years, smiles you remember
Half-recalled movements float in the fog
There’s no dread you’ll forget in the dead of December
Hear the dawn’s breeze echo night’s song

Remain on, build your eerie Eden
Swim in your enchanted land
Seek your heaven, build your eerie Eden
Memory is a sea of sand

"Eternally yours", you read from a letter
Torn as the earth where the sender lies
Worn out by dreams, sinking in sunlight
You see no lips but still hear the cry

Remain on, build your eerie Eden
Swim in your enchanted land
Seek your heaven, build your eerie Eden
Memory is a sea of sand