Sound of Ion_

On a paper boat
With broken weather
We sailed away
To distant shores

Never reached the sun
Like we planted details
Tripping wildly
With the polar lights

We woke up in a black spring
Summer seemed away
Like letter found on bed
One day

With breaking up words
We hanged down the stars
Spilled golden stardust
On the waves

Now in the trembling streams
Of foggy winters
We’re spirits drifting
Fade to white

Still we’re chasing hope
Or we’re hunting up noise
In broken weather
We’re broken toys

And we wake up in dark days
Summer seems away
Like that letter found on bed
That day

(Still) with breaking up words
We hang down the stars
We’re golden stardust
On the waves_