Echoes of the Sky

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh;

Under a sky that trembles with gold;

I hear the thunder of a story untold;

Mountains awaken in a breath of light;

Calling my name through the veil of night;

And I rise, carried by the fire;

Higher than fear, higher than desire;

The air is trembling, the stars lean close;

As my heart begins to overflow;

Oh, we are echoes of the sky;

Born to burn, born to fly;

When the world falls away tonight;

I will sing through the endless light;

Ah, lift me high;

We are echoes of the sky;

Beneath my hands the wind turns bright;

Silver in the hush of white;

Every shadow softens into grace;

As I follow the dawn to its sacred place;

Buried by the fire;

Higher than fear;

Higher than desire;

The air is trembling, the scars lean close;

As my heart begins to overflow;

Oh, we are echoes of the sky;

Born to burn, born to fly;

When the world falls away tonight;

I will sing through the endless light;

Left we hide, we are the echoes of the sky;

In the silence, I hear the choir;

Like a cathedral made of moon and wire;

Every broken heart returns to flame;

And I have never again to say;

The heavens open wide;

Calling me home on the turning tide;

While we are echoes of the sky;

Born to burn, born to fly;

And the world falls away tonight;

I will sing the endless life;

Ah, lift me high;

We are echoes of the sky;

Ah, ah, ah;

Beyond the clouds we glide;

Ah, ah, ah;

Forever open wide we are accused of the sky;