The Trace Songtext
von Mike Wexler

We′ve come from further fields and closer rolling skies
Descended mounting stairs that peals of lightning rise
That flash without they leave a trace before our eyes
Except the wounded world that pain cannot disguise And what the river does, is there no one that knows?
Which way the current runs and which the water flows?
That those are not the same, though same they seem to be
The mountain is the mouth, the source is in the sea

The source is in the sea
The source is in the sea
The source is in the sea
The source is in the sea