Angkor Wat

Out of the brightest tree, the moon became the morning sun



And there again reflected on the dreams of everyone



Out of the starlight night, the telling of all our lives



And racing faster than the northwestern world



Starpoint to signal our endlessness



Starpoint to signal this evermore



Starpoint to compass, we look to the north, the north, the north



To return to the centre, to return to the centre, to return to the centre



Angkor Wat, Angkor Wat, Angkor Wat