Ghosts of light here
Ghosts of light here now
Ghosts of light here
And they still ride
Overlit desert of abstract
sounds and sights,
They search the land and they search the sky.
Frozen, in moments they will be bound.
Spiritless they are and
they still ride.
Ghosts of light here
Ghosts of light here now
Ghosts of light here
And they still ride
Surreal
sights for bleeding eyes
Opening and shutting wide.
If I try I will rise
With the ghosts of light
If I try I will
rise
With the ghosts of light!
[GuAmundur Ali PAlmason 2005]
