Primal Union

Tip top of the tree
The raven spreads her wings to fly
So effortlessly
She paints the sky a silver-grey

Got something to say
She sees the world below her
Hardly notices me
I am the guest who came to stay

Primal union
Primal union

Wings beating in time
The seeker listens to the wind
Eyes shut to the sun
The trickster cuts it with her cry
Not looking away
She feels the world around her
Hardly notices me
I am the guest who came to stay

Primal union
Primal union

Tip top of the tree
The raven spreads her wings to fly
So effortlessly
She paints the sky a silver-grey
Got something to say
She sees the world below her
Hardly notices me
Hardly notices me
Hardly notices me
I am the guest who came to stay

Primal union
Primal union