Sage of Lumaria
(ahhhh, ahhhh)
Up where the mountaintop meets the sky
Golden spires catch the morning light
No shadow falls upon these stone streets
Where the ancient sage and the seeker meet
He guides us with
a quiet hand
Bringing peace to a weary land (ooh-ooh-ooh)
In the city of glass,
the city of grace
We find our home in a timeless place
Under the light of the guiding star
We are whole, we are who we are
He speaks in whispers of silver wind
Where the broken paths of the lost ascend
No walls of stone,
only open gates
Where the gentle heart
of the city waits And the wisdom floweth
down like rain
To heal our sorrow,
to wash the pain
(ooh-ooh, yeah)
In the city of glass,
the city of grace
We find our home in a timeless place
Under the light of the guiding star
We are whole, we are who we are
We are whole... In the city of
light... (mmmmm)