Move, rest in tombs of sleep
Choose visions, wake from deep
Painting ourselves on a stained glass floor
The things we discuss
Are disguised until unveiled
In the hour of night
We take from ourselves
We replace and reward
It's the balance of thoughts
Seeks to find affirmation
Speaking in tongues
Take the words through you
Dawn of creation
Blessed in devotion
Love, lost spaces in time
Bringing colours to life
Spectrums defy us
Left to remind us
Love, lost spaces in time
Bringing colours to life
Loose words when voices speak
New shades of darkness seek
Staining ourselves on a painted floor
The things we have done
Are exposed unto ourselves
In the hour of night
We take from ourselves
We repent and reward
It's the balance of thoughts
Seeks to find adoration, sleeping tongues
Take the words through you
Dawn of creation, blessed in devotion
Love, lost spaces in time
Bringing colours to life
Spectrums defy us
Left to remind us
Love, lost spaces in time
Bringing colours to life
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