syncronised
in alignment we speak and clearly see
sunset harps go with drums so nicely
words used to describe the present aires
are plucked like peaches restart their journeys now
with only one aim our senses heightened we call it art
no one knows why this is so
it's rhyme or reason a feather
only the sky and everything is pleine
a magic kind of bing perceived somehow
there are no jobs or places to be
future's another town the past went by
here the band prepares just by om-ing
perhaps that's nothing special after all
we saw it all before the forgetting
yet no other deity stood so long
or still took breaths away this way
so let's wish upon this Eve's trilogy
Saturn Jupiter Venus
crescent Moon on indigo sky
the Sun setting recounts the time
the Sun setting recounts the time
we're always in
