The Summoning - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

If anything can speak to me

A river cuts through, the rocks and we

Stand in blissful silence backs to the afternoon

I am over soon

A certain purpose fills the lungs

Eternal feasting upon my tongue

The sideways dust that fills our footsteps until they disappear

We were never here

A burning giant, against the day

Fingers to the ground

I find my way

A parasite that eats up distance until it disappears

I was never here

To sleep in meadows

And lose the young

To taste the autumn upon my tongue

Let this be the last assumption that you were never wrong

I am ever wrong

Misplaced dreams given up forgone

Maps are lost and never meant a thing here anyway

I covet then the ground, so soft and warm beneath the leaves

As I covet then the starlight fallen there

And I see fires fueled by heavy air

A twist and I’m gone

Through the ether and on to home

A slip and I'm all alone

Lit up and falling slow

A twist and I’m gone

Through the ether and on to home

A slip and I'm all alone

Lit up and falling slow

Falling through the atmosphere

Just a twist and I'm gone

Through the ether and on to home