Holding light out on the edge
A crash of thunder rain
Our nightingale is singing softly
Through the howling wind again
I died a thousand times
To tell you I have no fear left
Are we riding blind?
While this freedom lies under my chest
Now we lie down on the ice
A flash in the midnight sky
Our bodies moving slow tonight
By the winding river, white as snow
I died a thousand times
To tell you I have no fear left
Are we riding blind?
While this freedom lies under my chest
Firelight so far below
We climb this mountain side
My hunger and your emptiness
Like a bird through the valley, fly
I died a thousand times
To tell you I have no fear left
Are we riding blind?
While this freedom lies under my chest
I tell you I have no fear left