No, you didn't believe in god.
Sense spectra differently
Below the yellow of the sky
Only when the end fades
Behind some black caldera
That's what you want for your home
Can't remember where it is
It's written in the fire
That everything will soon be different
It's carved in flame
And the landscape is impossible
It is written in fire
That everything will soon be different
It is carved in flame
And the landscape is geometrically impossible
There is a fragile human figure
And breaks very easily
Who can put it together
Put it back together
And who will comfort them
That no one remembers
And fallen from maps
From cards, from records there are
And when the end fades away
Behind some black caldera
That's what you want at home
Can't remember where it is
It's on fire written
That everything will soon be different
It is carved in flame
And the landscape is impossible
It is written in fire
That everything will soon be different
It is carved with flame
And the landscape is geometrically impossible
Your face is perhaps a little too beautiful
You know your arms communicate longing
Only when the floodgates of your mind open
Ice do you sway inside yourself alone
It is written in fire
That everything will soon be different
It is carved in flame
And the landscape is impossible
It is written in the fire
That everything will soon be different
It is engraved in the flame
And the landscape is geometrically impossible
(It is written in the fire
It is engraved in the flame)