The Gathering Anachrone Circles Lyrics

It's in the air, and it shines like rain
I think you didn't notice, it's coming back again
Listen very closely, you might hear the sound
It's getting deeper, spinning around
The green-eyed lady of the lowlands, sitting in a silver chair
She gave me some postcards, orange in her hair
She turns iron into silver, plastic into gold
About these Celtic rings, no story has been told
It's all about inspiration, empty pages in a book
You are changing colour every time I look
A perfect circle is created by a different tool
Some food at the station, yes, that's cool
Anachrone circles in the sky,
You may catch them if you try
Meet me at the demasqué and make my day