Sacred lands, sailing in the wind like unborn dreams
We know it isn\'t quite what it seems
If you look into you mind, you know what you might find
Unfamiliar thoughts of a different kind

Sweet relief guides us through the haze of day
As we explore our boundaries to stay
We slowly slip into the shallow lake
Waiting for the destined time to wake

Blood on the highway,
Floating down the whispering stream
In unconsiousness we stay,
Aren\'t we living in a dream?

On the top of the frozen hill
The black dog is sitting there still
Watching over the world in tide
And into the shattered night we slide