Clenching your teeth to hold the concrete inside Gathered day by day by day It's making your feet heavier every time you try to walk On this thin line hanging in mid air Holy dream of mine, take me to the golden fume So I can see beyond And keep you forever from this world It's hard to get balance and now the wind blows Carrying chants from other places lost in time Allow yourself to feel them all around What do they want us to hear? What do they want to convey to us? Holy dream of mine, take me to the golden fume So I can see beyond And keep you forever from this world What do they want us to hear? What do they want to convey? Beyond...