| Sol has sunken behind the mountains | |
| And the velvet curtain came falling | |
| Daily world is put on hold and | |
| The less of it we perceive | |
| The brighter is the sight to beyond | |
| Answer the firmament again | |
| The wind plays the reeds | |
| A signal for stellar voyagers | |
| And like mist they will come | |
| Waiting for a sign, back to see old friends | |
| Appointed we are in carnation | |
| Anointed into stellar civilians | |
| Do you remember? | |
| As a child you sometimes awoke in tears | |
| With a sense of falling | |
| And a familiarity to the stars | |
| Thoughts pervade in looking for words | |
| And stories start being told. [Solos: Mat] |