Bluetrace

The stolen glances, the moments in between the actions

The dice are rolled, the skeleton sit by the fork in the road

The paths that twist and turn, the journey goes on

The memories caught between the hands of time

As she dances the dance of time

I'm in a trance now, the sun's love rains down on her landscape

But landscapes change

My mind is playing tricks on me

Language of fire to carve the stone

My mind is playing tricks on me

Images of fire to strike the stone

My mind is playing tricks on me

Language of fire to carve the stone