Constellation (The Reoccuring Dream)

Lyrics

On top of the mountain, Flan sees something quite unusual A night curtain of sparkling spots dancing He sees a fantastic half second of a strange blue animal flying in the moonlight A shape of a cloud disappearing He blinked, peering after it was gone Was this a strange bird, or a fish, or a dolphin? Such a vague movement of blue Another shooting star falls and he watches the dark outline Of the mountains under the bright and crowded sea of constellations Of constellations Of constellations Of constellations Of constellations