A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace, And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace, And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar, Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour. And assessing points to nowhere, leading ev'ry single one. A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun, And take away the plain in which we move, And choose the course you're running. Down at the edge, round by the corner, Not right away, not right away. Close to the edge, down by a river, Not right away, not right away. Crossed the line around the changes of the summer, Reaching to call the color of the sky. Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see. Getting over all the time I had to worry, Leaving all the changes far from far behind. We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name. Down at the end, round by the corner. Close to the edge, just by a river. Seasons will pass you by. I get up, I get down. Now that it's all over and done, Now that you find, now that you're whole.
My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love. It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above. I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand. There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don't understand. Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see, As armoured movers took approach to overlook the sea. There since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will be. Down at the edge, close by a river. Close to the edge, round by the corner. Close to the end, down by the corner. Down at the edge, round by the river. Sudden call shouldn't take away the startled memory. All in all, the journey takes you all the way. As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known. Guessing problems only to deceive the mention, Passing paths that climb halfway into the void. As we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retain. Down at the edge, round by the corner. Close to the end, down by a river. Seasons will pass you by. I get up, I get down.
In her white lace You can clearly see the lady sadly looking. Saying that she'd take the blame For the crucifixion of her own domain. I get up, I get down, I get up, I get down. Two million people barely satisfy. Two hundred women watch one woman cry, too late. The eyes of honesty can achieve. How many millions do we deceive each day? [Thru the duty she would coil their said amusement of her story asking only interest could be laid upon the children of her domain] I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. In charge of who is there in charge of me. Do I look on blindly and say I see the way? The truth is written all along the page. How old will I be before I come of age for you? I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down.
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The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes. A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems. And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love. As song and chance develop time, lost social temp'rance rules above. Ah, ah. Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space, He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race. I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place. On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley, Called to witness cycles only of the past. And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark. Close to the edge, down by the river. Down at the end, round by the corner. Seasons will pass you by, Now that it's all over and done, Called to the seed, right to the sun. Now that you find, now that you're whole. Seasons will pass you by, I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down.
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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.
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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.
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.
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.
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Sing, bird of prey; Beauty begins at the foot of you. Do you believe the manner? Gold stainless nail, Torn through the distance of man As they regard the summit. Even Siberia goes through the motions. Hold out and hold up; Hold down the window. Outbound, river, Hold out the morning that comes into view. Bluetail, tailfly. River running right on over my head. How does she sing? Who holds the ring? And ring and you will find me coming. Cold reigning king, Hold all the secrets from you As they produce the movement. Even Siberia goes through the motions. Hold out and hold up; Hold down the window. Outbound, river, Hold out the morning that comes into view. Bluetail, tailfly. River running right over the outboard, river, Bluetail, tailfly, Luther, in time. Dood'ndoodit, dah, d't-d't-dah. Hold down the window; Hold out the morning that comes into view. Warm side, the tower; Green leaves reveal the heart spoken Khatru. Gold stainless nail, torn through the distance of man as they regard the summit. Cold reigning king, Shelter the women that sing As they produce the movement. River running right on over my head Outboard, river. Bluetail, tailfly, Luther, in time, Suntower, asking, Cover, lover, June cast, moon fast, As one changes, Heart gold, leaver, Soul mark, mover, Christian, changer, Called out, saviour, Moon gate, climber, Turn round, glider.
Stand and fight we do consider Reminded of an inner pact between us That's seen as we go And ride there In motion To fields in debts of honor Defending Stand the marchers soaring talons, Peaceful lives will not deliver freedom, Fighting we know, Destroy oppression The point to reaction As leaders look to you Attacking Choose and renounce throwing chains to the floor. Kill or be killing faster sins correct the flow. Casting giant shadows off vast penetrating force To alter via the war that seen As friction spans the spirits wrath ascending (slowly) to redeem. Wars that shout in screams of anguish, Power spent passion bespoils our soul receiver, Surely we know. In glory We rise to offer, Create our freedom, A word we utter, A word. Words cause our banner, victorious our day. Will silence be promised as violence display? The curse increased we fight the power And live by it by day. Our gods awake in thunderous roars, And guide the leaders' hand in paths of glory to the cause. Listen, should we fight forever Knowing as we do know fear destroys? Listen, should we leave our children? Listen, our lives stare in silence; Help us now. Listen, your friends have been broken, They tell us of your poison; now we know. Kill them, give them as they give us. Slay them, burn their childrens' laughter On to hell. The fist will run, grasp metal to gun. The spirit sings in crashing tones, We gain the battle drum. Our cries will shrill, the air will moan and crash into the dawn. The pen won't stay the demon's wings, The hour approaches pounding out the Devil's sermon.
Soon, oh soon the light, Pass within and soothe this endless night And wait here for you, Our reason to be here. Soon, oh soon the time, All we move to gain will reach and calm; Our heart is open, Our reason to be here. Long ago, set into rhyme. Soon, oh soon the light, Ours to shape for all time, Ours the right; The sun will lead us, Our reason to be here. Soon, oh soon the light, Ours to shape for all time, Ours the right; The sun will lead us, Our reason to be here.
Faster moment spent spread tales of change within the sound, Counting form through rhythm electric freedom Moves to counter-balance stars expound our conscience All to know and see the look in your eyes. Passing time will reach as nature relays to set the scene, New encounters spark a true fruition, Guiding lines we touch them, our bodies balance out the waves As we accelerate our days to the look in your eyes. From the moment I reached out to hold, I felt a sound, And what touches our soul slowly moves as touch rebounds. And to know that tempo will continue Lost in trance of dances as rhythm takes another turn, As is my want, I only reach to look in your eyes.
We go sailing down the calming streams, Drifting endlessly by the bridge. To be over, we will see, to be over. Do not suffer through the game of chance that plays; Always doors to lock away your dreams. Think it over, time will heal your fear, think it over. Balance the thoughts that release within you. Childlike soul dreamer. One journey, one to seek and see in every light Do open true pathways away. Carrying closer, Go gently, holding doors will open every way You wander true pathways away. After all your soul will still surrender. After all don't doubt your part, Be ready to be loved.