I have travelled alone to be here,
And now, underneath the faltering clear, I dream seamless, perpetual night,
So deep, aching for the dawn to arrive.
It's coming, it's coming,
It's come, and I feel I'm close to something divine,
Something eternal and pure - divine,
Nothing that I've seen before.
It feels like I'm falling, and forever is a long way down,
Yet slowly spilling like river-flow at the mouth of the shore,
If we run into tomorrow, it would be the highest low - it's as far as we go,
But we die together, we live believing the light returns and we'll never be whole until then.
We're closer, we're closer,
We're close and I feel we're touching something divine,
Something eternal and pure - divine,
Nothing that we've seen before - divine,
Something eternal and pure - divine,
Closer than ever before.
