Nascence — Novembre

Through windows of new desires I guess I am coming to bright

Feeling the coolness of the ocean in your bright eyes The taste of salty waves

Nascence and feel no more discomfort while I slowly run my faint hand through the softness of your hair

Higher nascence

Nothing will ever make this magic moment vanish Throughout the streams of time, into the Fire that purifies the memories That purifies the hardest feelings Hidden, lost and found

The last time you met me I thought I was alive Through Earth, wind and fire I'm now coming to life, instead

Through windows of new desires I guess I am coming to life through Earth, wind and fire