(My soul claims yours, like the mountains claim the sky, for I wish to reach you, as devotion isn't enough)
If we come back
I want you to be the forest
Beautiful and full of life
And I can be the fog
Dark and fond
So when the night falls, you're safe
For they will be scared of our secrets
The wind, our friend, will laugh at their trembling fists
They will sing stories about our dangers and the things we hide
And we will rest far away from their devastating hands
Like the world was always meant to be ours
