

(ooh) Silver lines on the ancient stone
Time moves slow in the quiet cold
We trace the paths that the giants made
Watch the colors begin to fade (humm) And we rise with the
turning tide
Leave the weight of the world behind (ahhhh)
Echoes of a forgotten song
Where the dark and the dawn belong
We find the sparks in the silent space
Running wild in a timeless grace
We are the light (humm)