Golden light drips down from the sky, Colors bend where the rivers lie, Trees of fire in the midnight rain, Every fruit tastes like a flame. Orchard of the sun, I’m falling through, Every shade of red, every shade of blue, Voices in the leaves are calling me, To a place where the soul runs free. Time dissolves as the shadows spin, Every heartbeat a violin, Through the garden I lose my way, Every night becomes a day. Open eyes, I’m drifting high, Through the orchard in the sky, Nothing here will stay the same, Only echoes, only flame.
