A man conceived a moment's
answers to the dream.
Staying the flowers daily,
sensing all the themes.
As a foundation left to create
the spiral aim,
A movement regained and regarded
both the same,
All complete in the sight
of seeds of life with you.
Changed only for a sight of
sound, the space agreed.
Between the picture of time
behind the face of need,
Coming quickly to terms of
all expression laid,
Emotion revealed as the ocean
maid,
All complete in the sight
of seeds of life with you.
Oh.
Coins and crosses
Turn round tailor, assaulting
Never know their fruitless
worth;
all the mornings of the interest shown,
presenting one another to the
cord,
Cords are broken,
All left dying, rediscovered
Of the door that turned round,
Locked inside the mother earth.
To close the cover, all the
interest shown,
They won't hide, hold, they
won't tell you,
To turn one another, to the
sign at the time float your
climb.
Watching the world, watching
all of the world,
Watching us go by.
And you and I climb over the
sea to the valley,
And you and I reached out
for reasons to call.
b. Eclipse
Coming quickly to terms of
all expression laid,
Emotion revealed as the ocean
maid,
As a movement regained and
regarded both the same,
All complete in the side of
seeds of life with you.
c. The Preacher the Teacher
Sad preacher nailed upon the
coloured door of time;
Insane teacher be there reminded
of the rhyme.
There'll be no mutant enemy
we shall certify;
Political ends, as sad remains,
will die.
Reach out as forward tastes
begin to enter you.
Ooh, ooh.
I listened hard but could not
see
Life tempo change out and
inside me.
The preacher trained in all
to lose his name;
The teacher travels, asking
to be shown the same.
In the end, we'll agree, we'll
accept, we'll immortalize
That the truth of the man
maturing in his eyes,
All complete in the sight
of seeds of life with you.
Coming quickly to terms of
all expression laid,
As a moment regained and regarded
both the same,
Emotion revealed as the ocean
maid,
A clearer future, morning,
evening, nights with you.
d. Apocalypse
And you and I climb, crossing
the shapes of the morning.
And you and I reach over the
sun for the river.
And you and I climb, clearer,
towards the movement.
And you and I called over
valleys of endless seas.
Marco Giunco |
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