Call me
When the light is dim outside
When the torches of your soul are lit.
It should be warm, and hands should be soft,
Mirrors all around should all be covered
No lost souls around, but we.
Call me,
When the bushes are lit red and ahead is the rainbow.
Make no mistake
Cause sand will surround us forever
And the sun will make all, but burn the ones
Who have the the light in their eyes.