I switched on real places
Someone found
A flighty sketch of
Magic
The tone is quiet
The tone is quiet
As quiet
Spirits
Spirits
Spirits
Spirits
Spirits
Spirits
Feel nothing more
Than this
A black sight at the sky
A black speck at the sky
The heart is blue
In strings for a tune
We fly
Until the night
We fly
There's no end
No end
No end
No end
But spirits, spirits, spirits Spirits, spirits, spirits
Spirits, spirits, spirits, spirits
Spirits, spirits, spirits, spirits