Open Air - Temples

One sweet sight

Has the magnitude of a mountain’s high

Through the foreboding chime of freedom

We try

Feed your fear

With the famine of a thousand years

Sleep in an empty room of concert

And green

Say what you will

Don’t water down

With the tears

Of your old frown

Move to see

The open air

We first left

From behind and from inside our heads

Choosing the wills to learn

And leave from the past

Conscience calls

Through the telephone from months before

Opaque and dimly lit

We move with the night

Say what you will

Don’t water down

With the tears

Of your old frown

Move to see

The open air

In times we think about it

The vastness of this palace view

In dreams we feel the winding of the months and the year

We chose to be

Say what you will

Don’t water down

With the tears

Of your old frown

Move to see

The open air

The open air we’ll see

Say what you will

Don’t water down

With the tears

Of your old frown

Move to see

The open air

The open air we’ll see

Say what you will

Don’t water down

With the tears

Of your old frown

Move to see

The open air

The open air we’ll see

Say what you will

Don’t water down

With the tears

Of your old frown

Move to see

The open air