Golden Threads from the Sun - Yndi Halda

We ramble, we ramble far from home

Empty, empty?

And i have, i have a sense of danger

And campfire, campfires lead me home

Guiding lights will carry me home

They follow me, like fireflies

We venture?

With soft as?

is only?

Carry us home, and?

Guiding lights will carry me home

They follow me, like fireflies

We seek out at night

We follow?

We try?

for going?

Torchlight, campfire

This is not?

This is no?

This, is someway?

This is not?

This is no?

This, is sweetness?

Glow, you call it glow

Light, light my way

Glow, you call it glow

Light, light my way

We ramble, we ramble far from home

Into?

Into that glow

We venture, we venture to the sun

Into the set sun

There’s nothing to un?