Like a baby after dark
Floats the Nile
Taken in by royal hands
From exile

Floating through the air
Light always comes too soon
In the limits of the night
I am floating back to you

Angel cries arouse in me
Painful thoughts
When I wake my aching mind's
Damaged Box

Floating through the air
Light always comes too soon
In the limits of the night
I am floating back to you

Rising past the horizon
Far beyond the mountains
Pushing past the distant screams of ghosts and angels sighing
Sighing through the night

Floating through the air
Light always comes too soon
In the limits of the night
I am floating back to you