Morsa (One Week)

Tonight we dance with ghosts as the skies watch
 Sand flows through your fingers in a garden bathed in starlight
 I'm weak and buried in sand
 History has a hold of us, but it's time to say goodbye
 Tonight we dance with ghosts, empty skies watch
 Sand flows through your fingers in a garden bathed in starlight
 We've recorded the journey, on disc and on tape
 But the real thing visits us tonight
 Tonight we dance
 Pale blue eyes reflect the sky
 Sand flows through us
 All we see is starlight
 Gathered together, we celebrate
 The real thing is tonight