Materia — Novembre

The time we had birth in light the time we had been brought into light we slipped out of their hands and fell into the night after all this time, still can't choke off the cries

And sail together this nightboat lost in time

In slow motion resound the missing matter discrepance can't disperse the lightnings, echoes abysmal

Because the doorway is there tomorrow doesn't mean we're doing fine to leave the stairs of the absolute means we are no more the loony ones

The time we had birth in light the time we'd been brought into light it rejoins the final blaze disorder with no sense of losing something

Today I meet you down at sundown time immersed in orange light we both revive delight of the Sun leaving us a caress, while fading down, it brings our pain with him away

But war, remember, where it resides tomorrow leaves the horror hiding, somehow hiding