Rose up from a deep sleep Was it ten minutes or a thousand weeks? Was it always right there in front of me? Refracted in your eyes while time had crystallized Pass through the waterfalls in disbelief Cracked hourglass sands raise a beach Was it always right there in front of me? Hidden in plain sight, a world on the other side Lost cities where the dead dance There's sunlight through the storm Where love is an avalanche To be buried is to be reborn The bridge vanishes underneath your feet As you rush across its fading planks An empty telephone booth rings from across the street Is the ghost who's on the line or who's answering? Lost cities where the dead dance There's sunlight through the storm Where love is an avalanche To be buried is to be reborn To be buried is to be reborn At the fiery edge along the river of dreams Is the ghost who's on the trail or who's trailing? Was it always right there in front of me? Was it always right there? Was it always? Was it always? Was it always? Was it all?