Nascence

Nascence - Novembre
Through windows of new desires
I guess I am coming to bright
Feeling the coolness of the
ocean in your bright eyes
The taste of salty waves
Nascence and feel no discomfort while I
Slowly run my faint hand through
the softness of your hair
Higher.
Nothing will ever make this magic moment vanish
Throughout the streams of time, into the
Fire that purifies the memories
That purifies the hardest feelings
Hidden, lost and found
The last time you met me
I thought I was alive
Through Earth, wind and fire
I'm now coming to life
Through windows of new desires
I guess I am coming to life through
Earth, wind and fire