Terra Ignota - Allah-Las

Cross over the sea

Take what you need

Turning of leaves

Fall into the sun

Take everyone willing to see

Plan a day to slip away unseen

Hone you mind

Live for the time and me

Out over the hill

Perched on a sill

Looking within

Now lost on a plane

Reeling again

Feeling quite sane

Plan a day to slip away unseen

Scour the land

Drink from the hand that dreams

Finding falter on the rounds

Our heads may reach the clouds

Longing for a way back home

Or do you think aloud?

Far out from the shore

Feeling no more

Where this will lead

Thoughts only on now

Never of how

It came to be

Plan a day to slip away unseen

Scour the land

Drink from the hand that dreams

Finding falter on the rounds

Our heads they reach the clouds

Longing for a way back home

Or do you think aloud?

Lost over the sea take what you need turning of leaves

Lost over the sea take what you need turning of leaves

Lost over the sea take what you need turning of leaves