Semi-Sacred Geometry

So so fast, the sailing ships
The outer rim, the innocence
The lovely air
The wind it breathes
It comes

When do you follow, where do you lead
With a cut clean hands, a fire to feed
Like the signs of the cosmic
The crush of the eye
It's just better in blood like the surest old Sun
When do you follow, where do you lead
With a cut clean hands, a fire to feed
Like the signs of the cosmic
The crush of the eye
It's just better in blood like the surest old Sun