[Verse 1: Natalie Rassoulis, Sotiris Vayenas & Natalie Rassoulis]

Tranquility

How necessary

How boring it can be

[Bridge: Sotiris Vayenas]

The liquid void has no ears

To receive the consolation of the surface

[Interlude: Kostas Tzanokostakis]

Maybe it's better that way (Maybe it’s better that way...)

What doesn't touch doesn't hurt (What doesn’t touch doesn't hurt...)

[Verse 2: Sotiris Vayenas & Kostas Tzanokostakis]

The innocence of a swan gliding

On a desolate lake

Can't be sensed

And therefore cannot bring

Jealousy

Entire worlds full of wonder are banished

To rest only in a few

Visionary minds haunting them with their glowing beauty

[Bridge: Sotiris Vayenas & Natalie Rassoulis]

There are always those

With the forked tongue

To bring the borders closer

[Verse 3: Sotiris Vayenas & Both]

There are also tribes of inferior

Beings so proudly inferior

Necessary to give worth to the...

Worth to the higher, to the... worth to the higher

To the... worth to the higher

[Verse 4: Sotiris Vayenas & Natalie Rassoulis]

They liberate ordeals

Their negative thought

Is the fungus, the grime, vestment of the relic

[Interlude: Kostas Tzanokostakis]

The eroding frankincense of marasmous

Can become untolerable

Their region is warm like a blanket

But narrow as a coffin

An underworld

[Outro: Natalie Rassoulis & Sotiris Vayenas]

There are always those with

The forked tongue that bring the borders closer

There are always those with

The forked tongue that bring the borders closer

There are always those with

The forked tongue that bring the borders closer

There are always those with

The forked tongue that bring the borders closer

There are always those with

The forked tongue that bring the borders closer

There are always those with

The forked tongue that bring the borders closer

There are always those with...