I switched on real placesSomeone foundA flighty sketch ofMagicThe tone is quietThe tone is quietAs quietSpiritsSpiritsSpiritsSpiritsSpiritsSpiritsFeel nothing moreThan thisA black sight at the skyA black speck at the skyThe heart is blueIn strings for a tuneWe flyUntil the nightWe flyThere's no endNo endNo endNo endBut spirits, spirits, spirits Spirits, spirits, spiritsSpirits, spirits, spirits, spiritsSpirits, spirits, spirits, spirits