The Unbound Thread" (Remastered)

The Unbound Thread" (Ein fließender Text, der sich wie ein Gedicht durch den Song zieht, ohne Refrain.) (Verse 1) The mountains are drinking the last of the wine-colored light And the eagle is carving a circle in the chest of the night We traded our names for the scent of the wild jasmine vine To walk on a border where the shadows and sunlight entwine There is a fever in the silence of the valley's deep breath A dance on the edge, between a birth and a beautiful death. (Verse 2) The rivers don’t ask for the ocean to give them a sign They just flow through the cracks of a world that is no longer mine I saw a king made of straw burning bright on the hill While the world in the city was frozen, gray, and still We carry no weight but the songs that we haven't yet sung With the taste of the morning still sharp on a silver-coated tongue. (Verse 3) If you look for my tracks, you will find only salt and the sand For I am a guest in a house that was built by no hand The clocks have all melted, their hands are just ripples of gold There are stories in pebbles that never intend to be told Let the wind be the needle that sews up the holes in my coat As I drift like a leaf on the pulse of a nameless, old boat. (Outro) (Slow, drifting guitar chords, a single flute fading into the distance, the sound of wind.)