Dreams

[Verse 1] The wind carves lines in ancient stone, a hollow, whispering moan, It coils around the jagged peaks, a voice without a throne. The dust is dancing, slow and pale, in spirals thin and wide, A lonely song the cliffs have kept, where no one else can hide. [Chorus] And the pulse of the far pulsar hums, a heartbeat in the black, A steady drum of dying suns, that never echoes back. The waves are licking silver shores, a rhythm soft and deep, In the crater's patient, ringing sleep. [Verse 2] The water speaks in liquid tongues, against the basalt wall, It tells of tides from other moons, that rise and fade and fall. The echoes drift through hollow caves, a ghost of every call, They bounce from rim to shadowed rim, and answer not at all. [Chorus] And the pulse of the far pulsar hums, a heartbeat in the black, A steady drum of dying suns, that never echoes back. The waves are licking silver shores, a rhythm soft and deep, In the crater's patient, ringing sleep. [Bridge] No breath, no cry, no turning sky, Just frequencies that glide and die, A symphony of empty space, That leaves no trace, that leaves no trace. [Chorus] And the pulse of the far pulsar hums, a heartbeat in the black, A steady drum of dying suns, that never echoes back. The waves are licking silver shores, a rhythm soft and deep, In the crater's patient, ringing sleep. [Outro] The ringing fades... to quiet stone... The waves retreat... the wind alone... A final hum... then all is gone... In the crater's sleep...