Shadows, hands
Respectors of angels
Perspectives of angles

Memories, wine,
Silver threads around your hair
In the rainbow fog

Where the ferryman dallies

Easter approaches quickly

And there's music in the air
As the tension from my head
It gallops faster


I find myself so far, so far,
So close to where you are

Where I can never be

I hear your night music in the morning

Where the twin suns rise,
Where the twin suns rise,
Where the twin suns rise

Shadows, hands,
Perspectives of the sea
Of seeing nothing, being nothing, being me


Remember the dream ....