Trust my soul if you feel eaten by night;

will I come through the windows

or by your frail heart,

I'll make you moon and I'll make you light.

There's wind in the words fallen from sky,

crossing the seas of the eternal lands

pieces of joy drawn in your hands

seeping through an abyss of love.

All your fears fading away,

all my tears coming off day

as light melts your sea eyes,

cause you own a space

where nobody knows if it's night or day.