Pale Morning Horizon

In the pale morning horizon
Burning wings and halo rising over the cold blue lake
Blank supra face, silver shine, 2006 dream
I will soar, I am made of pale morning light
I will rain
And every cloud is in my trail
I am the cold blue morning, I brim the chasm
I brim the chasm

I am made of pale morning light
I will rain, and every cloud is in my trail

I am the cold blue morning
I brim the chasm

The dimensional trail of time
No one else can explore it
The lonely light it leaves behind
No one else can see it, no one else

When the distant dreamscape shines on your pale skin
It makes me wish you could have been there
Holding hands as kids, pure youthful love