The Sun Describes

Let the fires breathe with the tigers from above
The chances for your heart fix the limits of the world
All the tigers breathe with the fires from above
All solitudes rejoice in this elegance of hope

Consider for example the phrase “i will be back”
Considering the evil that is carried from afar

And what would be the best height for the horizon line?
And what would be the best way to attach things on those warm small hands tonight?
They happen to be empty but they’re filled with lies

Most people trace a winding path
A resignation, an appeal for calm
You search and wait
For those who never speak
All that remains
Is that you’ve learned nothing
You learned nothing
You learned nothing