There is a comet floating thru this endless night Embraced with perfect symmetry Thru the tear drop of infinity In a window called the universe With no map or intention Towards some floating destination It will find or it will be found No pride, no guilt, no hate, no envy Who sings this song Sings with a crooked tongue Looking off into a crooked sky Wondering What immortal hand or eye Could carve this comet On it's course Like a blind man riding on a crooked horse Returning to the source Where no though has ever happened And time can't be imaged No pride, no guilt, no hate, no envy No pride, no guilt, no hate, no envy Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |