Up there
There's a ball of fire
Some call it the spirit

Some call it the sun
Its energies are not for hire
It serves man / It serves everyone

Down there where Jonah wails
in the healing water
in the ready depths

Twisting like silver swans
No line of death no boundaries


Up there
The eye is hollow / The eye is winking
The winds ablaze / Angels howling

The sphinx awakens / But what can she say
You'd be amazed


Down there
Your days are numbers
Nothing to fear

There will be trumpets
There will be silence
In the end the end

Will be here just here

Ahh the borders of heaven

Are zipped up tight tonight
The abstract streets
The lights like some switched on Mondrian

Cats like us are obsolete
Hey Man don't breathe on my feet
Thieves, poets we're inside out

And everybody's a soldier
Angels howl at those abstract lights
And the borders of heaven

Are zipped up tight tonight

Up there

There's a ball of fire
Some call it the spirit
Some call it the sun

Its energies are not for hire
It serves man / It serves everyone
The air we breathe

The flame of wisdom
The earth we grind
The beckoning sea

It's no mystery / Not sentimental
Ahh the equation / It's all elemental


The world is restless
Heaven in flux / Angels appear
From the bright storm

Out of the shadows
Up there, down there
But what can we say

Man's been forewarned

All communion is not holy

Even those that fall
They can prophet understanding
It's all for man / It's for everyone

It's up there, down there
Everywhere / Everywhere
Time for communion / Time for communion

Talking communion ...