I'm the word
Down the night with an ancient lantern
Crawling on the hill
Pursuing the sun that has not yet risen
Because the word Mother
The word is in silent lines
On the segments of the light
I'm the word
Down the night with an ancient lantern
Crawling on the hill
Pursuing the sun that has not yet risen
Because the word Mother
The word is in silent lines
On the segments of the light