Night touched my hands with the turning, golden skans
Light touched my hands in a dream of golden skans
We sailed from where we once begun
Night touched my hands with the turning, golden skans
Light touched my hands in a dream of golden skans
A hall of records or numbers or spaces still undone
From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands
A hall of records or numbers or spaces still undone
Ruins or relics, disciples and the young
While we wait, while we wait
Set sail from where we once begun
From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands
Light touched my hands in a dream of golden skans
From now on, you can forget all future plans
From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands
Night touched my hands with the turning, golden skans
Night touched my hands with the turning, golden skans
Ruins or relics, disciples and the young
Ruins or relics, disciples and the young
Ruins or relics, disciples and the young
From now on, you can forget all future plans
From now on, you can forget all future plans
A hall of records or numbers or spaces still undone
A hall of records or numbers or spaces still undone
While we wait, while we wait
Set sail from sense, bring all her young
We sailed from sense, brought all our young
