We are spirits passing through the doors of time (perception?)
With an invitation heard before we find
Shadows on the mountain side
Eagles find the souls they hide
And the outcast child enchanted by the sun
Will seek his shelter never knowing one
Shadows on the mountain side
Eagles find the souls they hide
Shadows on the mountain side
Cover me with sleep
Because I need it now
And the red rivers flow to seas
And she will return to me
And then all that I am is in her hands
And I will return to her and then
I begin