The hour of souls is the night by your side the whisper of angels, your breath I sleep behind the moon with your slender hand in mine The ceiling is gone above me spins the spiral shaft spinning round and round above me spins the spiral shaft The first day of spring is the light in your eyes the core of the fire, your voice I walk on the surface of the sun with your slender hand in mine The ceiling is gone above me spins the spiral shaft spinning round and round above me spins the spiral shaft