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Together arm in arm
In an avenue white and tall
Tower block buildings telling tales
This is ......
Time is waiting on the floor
A ...... from who
My friend is clawing at the dial
It tells us half past two
Tall doors opened up
I leave my friend no fear
The jacket man with piercing suit
Is looking for a tear
He ...... his words in monotonal hums
And draws a picture clear
Of Dali's car, his silent self
An eye pierces like a spear
Tell me man, like or not
My time is short and soon
I'll take your clock for Dali's car
Take you spinning in the room
Spinning in the room
Spinning in the room
as she make a point
He makes a point of reference
She is very cold indeed
Nothing ever happens in his box
Oh... oh... oh... oh...
Buddha speaks quietly in the night
Can you see what you know
Buddha says there is no wrong or right
You just reap what you sow
Oh... oh... oh...
Still not able to see the sun
Desperately looks for the door
Blinded by the fool inside
Everything is happening in his box
Oh... oh... oh...
Buddha is giggling out of sight (sight)
There's no such thing as shame
With a light blow the box has gone
He's with himself again
Oh... oh...oh...oh...
Come across danger
Come across some hate
Come across the painted smiles
Come across some faith
Laughing at the cruel jokes
Laughing at a death
Laughing at some other fool
Laughing with the rest
Found me buried under glass
[Pay no shattered...]
Buried under Cornwall stones
Found me, switched me on
Turning up the volume
Watch me score the goals
Take a hold with both your long arms
Catch me like [I'm falling?]
A tale of fear and hiding
Of leaden thoughts and spears
The autumn [rigour] setting in
Walk the road, fly the earth
Search for glory, [paint the girth?]
Feeling tired and threatened
Feel neglected, strong
Living on the outside
Whether you're right or wrong
It isn't a dream, you only heard yourself
The means of your life, create and melt
In front of you, beneath closed lids
The path to freedom, Nirvana, here sits
Here sits... here sits... here sits
Nirvana calls from behind the wall
The wall that you built, with you will fall
If not for trust with infected hands
The secret shore will come, come to hand
Here sits... here sits... here sits
Plant your tree of hidden dreams
Beneath your fears that burst the seams
The consumate growth will break your bones
Become a tree, become a tree, secure, alone
Here sits... here sits... here sits
Pluck out the roots of buried truth
Ride the bean that passes through
The consumate growth will break your bones
Become a tree, secure, alone
Become a tree, secure, alone
Become a tree, secure, alone
What guides me through this moonlife
Open your closed door, open your closed door
Tell me of the child you see, you're the one to dare
Tell me of the child you see, teach me to prepare
Midnight, all around eyes closed, the soldiers fighting
A mother's crying
Got to work it out come tomorrow, we should be prepared
Got to work it out come the sorrow, we should be prepared
Another matter of objective, another road to the truth
Waiting for an answer from you, you're the one to dare
You're the one to dare
Working hard to find the answer, teach me to prepare
What guides me through this moonlife
Guards all the closed doors, guards all closed doors
Watches over you and me, 'til we are prepared
Watches over you and me, we should be prepared
The moon, the sun's eyes closed, reflections ......
Reflections [looming]
Did you turn away for tomorrow, we should be prepared
Got to work it out come tomorrow, we should be prepared
Take emotions, or objectives, all roads to the truth
Waiting for an answer from you, you're the one to dare
You're the one to dare
Working hard to find the answer, teach me to prepare
I question her around the clock
Hanging on her words
Hear myself say the world has stopped
The first step is the worst
The dance is new, momentum high
Like swelling waves around
Hear myself say the flow has stopped
I ask can I be found?
Humanity is young and sure
The judgement is the mirror
Mother Nature and all her work
The judgement is the mirror
The world confronts a change [us chained]
The judgement is the mirror
[It] Smile[s], conscious pain
The judgement is the mirror
The swords of men who criticize
The judgement is the mirror
And this we spend to feed our pride
The judgement is the mirror
She offers me a line of truth
The danger in the mirror
She offers me a line of truth
The danger in the mirror
I question her
'round the clock
Hanging on her words
The world has stopped
The dance is new
The momentum high
Like swelling waves
Around...