My temple is a dying season
And I feel you near
Nearer than the last time
While walking the ancients' ground
And I hear you near
Hear the sound of ageless words
Even though my life sighs
Still silence is calling for me
Still it calls
To bring me back home
My temple is a dying season
Choirs fill this space and time
An ephemeral flight
I left the dream
And the silence calls
To bring me back home