Was it night or a day when I floated away Just a dream or was it real, or just my belief What I liked what I hated just shackled in the sand And the stars stood witness with their eyes in my hand
Grey lightnings, innocence crying and the melting sounds And priests burning flies, and the singing of the gods Their lies in white and the rain on the Sun All atoms all in one
Painting on the wall, just shining through Let me fly like a bullet in a white cloak And everything was falling from the trees Heat and the freeze And John Cleese with the teeth underneath
And the bubbles flew on and on And I’ve just heard belief moving on A wandering boy sitting on a chair With a mandolin Playing quietly and clearly Little sister’s song
In the pain, in the past In the power of the last tone Singing in my head In the garden of the Eden
And I got wings and I flew over rooftops blue Like the Moon was greeting me, leading me Heaven was falling, endless dawning Light and darkness, sleeping morning
And I stood in my heart just still Like a will being ocean chilled Like a light and heating, pulsing and breathing The riverside drive and the universe deep
I saw melancholy cloud, he was same like last week Empty can, shadow and a vampire, Fairy white and black like rain She has turned into an elephant A rose flying away to the sky Flying away to the stars Flying away with the angels To the garden of the miracles In the heart In the garden of the Eden
In the pain in the past… |
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