we are spirits passing through the doors of time 
with an invitation heard before we find 
shadows on the mountainside 
eagles find the souls they hide 
 
and the outcast child enchanted by the sun 
will he seek his shelter never knowing one 
shadows on the mountainside 
eagles find the souls they hide 
 
shadows on the mountainside 
cover me with sleep 
because I need it now 
 
and the red rivers flow to seas 
and she will return to me 
and then all that i am is in her hands  
and i will return to her and then  
I begin