The Volares: The Night We Taught Ourselves to Sing

I've been asleep,
asleep in Egypt.
I dream of land and colors,
the pyramids are floating...

I move my hand, a nation crumbles
I part my lips and move the stars
I crack the stone and hatred stumbles
I land awake and all alone

I've been asleep,
asleep in Egypt,
away from cause,
the night can call...

I need the feeling freedom gives to me
I need something that I think you have
Treasure really doesn't mean that much to me
When a heart like yours is breaking fast

I've been asleep,
asleep in Egypt,
warm and thankful:
the stars above my closing eyes.

Transcribed by Eric O'Dell