Empyrean Lyrics

Of a place
Of a time
All roads lead
To your eyes

I was caught in a spell
The seamlessness of your magic
Draped your head with flowers
At the onset of dusk

Nothing will be the same
The year comes around again

Empyrean

You run the water towel-less
And governed all constellations
Fluid gestures, weak knees
Begin the communion

I was entranced on sight
The endlessness of your vessel
Ascend to higher planes
I am going home

And night falls
An ode to the lowly
When I meditate
Such silence ignites the void
When we oscillate
In worship of decline