Coordinates of Passage

Come to us when your eyes stop to see
Men
There's a garden where all your gods meet
It's fun, it's really fun

Lies, full of lies
Two eyes can't deny
That there's more to life
Than gods made of gold
And beauty to behold
We move with our strength

Among the stars, if you wish
Your lips on my lips
We would dance there
Until there's nothing
Left to save back in our homes

We are so young
Our story just begun
There's no need to rush
Have you never seen
A child in your dreams
With no sense of right or wrong

That's what we are, if I may
Gods made of clay
And we love and, yes we kill and, yes we shine
Because our might grows when we're still



Credits
Writer(s): Julian Tran
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