Above Atlantis

On top of Atlantis
Like a hundred thousand dreams over this earth
Like the light of malachite
In the boundless sound of melting ice
You're looking at the sky
It's like catching a target through the front sight
And the heart in the palm of your hand
Trembling
And quietly steals his shadow

Good luck to lovers
Good luck to all those who are waiting for winter
And the snow is tired
From city to city following me
Makes our beds
As if we are alone in this radiance
And I'm stumbling
Unable to rise
Without our love

On our palms
The paths of these rivers that disappear into the sand
Now it's too late
Torment phones and wait for voices
And they answer us
That everyone is unavailable and there is no time
But again the roads
They carry us through the years
Into the torn light

So praise lovers
Pray for those who are left alone
Give them your hand
'Cause the nights end just like the days
And the power of the current
Take my ships with you
And I forgive everything
Out of breath again
Without our love