Flight from Echo Falls Lyrics

The taste of the space

In teemy tall times

The rush of the pacing

Everkind

But all is too late

To reverize

On the flurries come

The darn of fury's sons

So we ride the wind

To rift and wayward

The song of the child

Chasing

To stop up the milds

Of cowardice

Run you rivers run

Under tons and tons

Of suns



Bright as a falling sky

To twist and fold

To twist and fold

Through a flashing eye

You saw all you needed

Bought and sold again

Blissed in the hours

On high



Until all the tops

Have toppled in vain

Until all is rot

And rails of wrung rage

We carve on a knot

To spell the ways

We belong to one

Even when

The thunder comes



If it folds in

The folds are fates' own

Better best are

Your righteous days

They're the echoes

Of Grace