Heat (part. Jackson Abacatu)

If I send you my heat
Will it get where you are?
Will you feel will you greet
What comes this far?
You came back in a dream
Calmly you stood there
Waking up was a sin
I can’t repair

So hold my heat
And go wherever you breathe
A clean transforming air

I remember a talk of the joy of the path
And you said that your bags were heavy
I could stop every thought and avoid what’s unfair
And no, I am not sad, just not ready

So hold my heat
And go wherever you breathe
A clean transforming air

Is there everything that you want where you are?
And what is it at all you picked up so far?
Isn’t it within, in your brain, your mind, your heart?
But I do understand that the dust hides the stars

So hold my heat
And go wherever you breathe