Tekster: Holiday Unheard Of. Carta Marina. The Golden Strand.

Calling out the one.
Oracle you know nothing

The golden strand was too bright to break.

Walls hinted with sepia,
this air is so nice to the ice outside.

Necklaces hang from walls,
reminders of the past.

Back to the age where we were too young,
and i watched you walk to the ocean.

Twilight is the only thing that lets me know that the sand it real.
You let me know.

If you die before i wake up,
i will find you,
i will find you...

Twilight is the only thing that lets me know that the sand is real.
Let me know.

(If you die before i wake up, i will find you, i will find you)