The Great Past - Latitudes

Two drop from the sky

Your paradise and mine

Fallen in our prime

Grind the skin

From the earth

Crawl back inside

Your paradise and mine

Fallen in our prime

Throw up our hands

Beautiful-eyed

Heavy with dreams

Beneath our feet

Two fall from the sky

Your paradise and mine

Tear the skin

From the earth

To the great past

That bore our dreams

Buried in walls

That bore our dreams

Throw up our hands

Beautiful-eyed

(There is an angel)

Heavy with dreams

Beneath our feet

To the great past

That bore our dreams