They are everything 5

I close my setting eyes from the golden sun, and see halos of blue. It bleeds like a watered memory sailing me back to my ancestors who sit motionless by a fire with flames that speared tongues to the opened stars. [Chorus:] They are nameless, they are voiceless, they are wordless, but they are everything... [Repeat chorus:] Amongst the circle I sat holding a twig coppered by the fire and darkened by the night. From one star to another, one line was drawn. Then to another star towards the light, a picture unfolds. In time a face was drawn in the sky peering down at my own. [Chorus:] They are nameless, they are voiceless, they are wordless, but they are everything... [Repeat chorus:]