Sublimation Lyrics

Stars are slippin' softly by the window as we plane 
The ripple of a song comes filtering in without a name 
The flower in your hat, transports me to a house 
Aflame, she's by the fire, a man there thinks to douse
Following conversations like a beggar through narrow streets 
Fingers reached and touched, a feeling never seemed so sweet 
All the tears of living, cascading clothes to the floor 
Embark upon a fevered trail, of great unspoken law
And you call me father, courter of the skies 
Inborn, melt together, route earthbound lonely spies 

Guarder of light, watch over us 
Lord of the living, breathe in our dust 
We ache for nothing, more can we ask?

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