In an infinite mirror
There can be terror
Illusions to battle like shadows
One green field growing
The moths arriving on time
Into the moonlit night
Soft enough for opening
Reaching tiny fingers bright
Past midnight restless goblins plight
Round statues holding dust inside
With mountains looming high
Fire in my eyes.
There can be terror
Illusions to battle like shadows
One green field growing
The moths arriving on time
Into the moonlit night
Soft enough for opening
Reaching tiny fingers bright
Past midnight restless goblins plight
Round statues holding dust inside
With mountains looming high
Fire in my eyes.