Songtext von Golden Skans

Light touch my hands, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on You can forget our future plans Night touch my hands with the turning Golden Skans From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands Set sail from sense, bring all her young Set sail from where we once begun While we wait, while we wait A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone Ruins, or relics, disciples and the young A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone Ruins, or relics, disciples and the young Light touch my hands, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on You can forget our future plans Night touch my hands with the turning Golden Skans From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands We sailed from sense, brought all our young We sailed from where we once begun While we wait, while we wait A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone Ruins, or relics, disciples and the young A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone Ruins, or relics, disciples and the young Light touch my hands, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on You can forget our future plans Night touch my hands with the turning Golden Skans From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands