Solitude clarifies
Under the moon
Here emerges what I am
So many things I had forgotten
Return with stranger pain
Again, here I stand
In the palm of the night
Slowly unfolds, like a plant
What I am, under the moon
Walking through the center
Of a soundless field
Raising my glass to the moon
Exhaling the void that lies
Behind the things we do
In the palm of the night
Slowly unfolds, like a plant
What I am, under the moon
