There was nothing, nothing left standing
All the people and trees disappeared
The night, she crashed all around us
Like the quietest dance, I was locked in my hands
Voices from the top of the mountains,
Voices from the valley below,
Now the world outside is just blooming,
Green as the green that was spilled on the hills and the leaves.
Time will come when the water will open,
And the angels will cry just like the time before.
They were voices from the top of the mountains,
They were voices from the valley below,