Triumvirate from Triumvirate by Lewis & Clarke

Listen for the voice
Above the noise
It's coming straight
From the source
Eyes open wide
In the dark
We will never know
What it was
A spark that got away
A field of gold ablaze
The burning of the brush
The ashes blown astray
Now we hold a flame
To the thread about to break
In a pair without a mate
On a path that blocks the way
Brought it there and back again
Wild innocence called us
To see our water spill
In the dry desert sand
Here inside the dream
It's the pull of mystery
It's the sound of falling sky
Inside the dream
And if we can believe
Then the wind can change direction
The wake of our divine uncertainty

A map of a maze
A universal shade
The black sun at dusk
Colored in a field of gray
We will never see through
The eyes of hollow men
Who wonder of the consequence,
Of how the world will end
Here inside the dream
It's a shadow left behind
It's the sound of falling sky
Inside the dream
And if we can believe
Then the wind can change direction
A harrowing escape to be free
Oh, it will make it fine
It will give, in time
It will paint the scenery blind
It will be the mountain
It will be the view
It will touch the sky
As it swallows you

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