it's big and it's small and it's true
it's ash from a note meant for you
a secret down under a claw
and nobody can see what it's for

a language from far away
left in the sanddunes of a place that used to be for good
for good...

it's heartshaped, it's round, it's a cross
a result of magic and loss
it's earth, wind and fire in ice
and it lies between the corners of the skies

a language from far away
left in the sanddues of something we never understood

nobody knows what it was supposed to sound like
in a place that used to be for good
for good...