This white blows so softly.
The movement still is in my mind.
This flag flown in Reedsport
Will start to catch beneath the wind.
Catch beneath the wind.

It's only in your dreams. It's only in your dreams.
So exit the fall, and now it's over.
It's only in your dreams.

This flight comes, it's nameless.
The dark is calling out my name.
Escape with no traces.
The movement burns inside my veins.
Burns inside my veins.

By now this tide is here.
I thought I made it clear.
This is the threat.
This is the fall.

And now its over.

(Psalm 73:20)