From the deepest valleys, my heart moves on
And from the highest mountains, my heart moves on
And through the cloudy seas, my heart moves on
And through the riven skies, my heart moves on
And it is moving
A shape is moving
And when the memories are burning, my heart moves on
And when the echoes returning, my heart moves on
And when the welkins are falling, my heart moves on
As long as fragments are calling, my heart moves on
And so I'm moving through the rifts, through tunnels, veins and briars
My skin is waving like ensigns, an army keen on war
And through the halls I'm moving on, through lapse and spines and columns
And all these blunt knifes on my throat are making me feel home
I see a face in poisoned wells, a named but untamed promise
And I can hear its cloyed voice, sick from the dead birds smell
And so I'm tearing off my wings and burn the bony bridges
I spit in wells and cleave a hand, the parting is due to grace
And when the memories burning, my heart moves on
And when the echoes returning, my heart moves on
And when the welkins are falling, my heart moves on
As long as fragments are calling, my heart moves on
And when the stars are fading in, sober light
We dance though smoldering fires and moving on
And when two mouths are joining in, sober light
We feel the splendor of plainness and moving on
And when the ashes are snowing in, sober light
I'm feeding flames with a memory for moving on
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