Out Of Exile by Kyrstyn Pixton Lyrics

These mystic moons
Coming through
Inverted planes
Breaking loose
All of these frames, frames of fire
Making prayers with the wires

Comfort comes
Silence rings
Mystery, ancient dreams

See clearly the constellations as they rock back and forth in you
In circles, dancing after the source of their severance from sky
Fearless on the courageous wind the soul blossoms it is in you
See clearly the constellations source of their center is from sky

These mystic moons
Coming through
Inverted planes
Breaking loose
All of these frames, frames of fire
Making prayers with the wires
Comfort comes
Silence rings
Mystery, ancient dreams