As one child is thought red on his mother's knee - the one true colour A neighbour is tought blue on his mother's knee - the one true colour With a fervour inherited, it will be subsequently delivered Ignore the spectrum
Dear whom it may concern,
I feel as though I'm about to crash and burn I think I'm falling and there's no return But I've no idea to whom this may concern I;m looking out at all the stars and I learn There's no one up aboveto hear my yearn I'm on my own
In the arena of the endless unknow Do not stage theathre and call it truth And when one child is taught red on his mother's knee It must be subsequently delivered With all of the spectrum
Someone has whipped the carpet from beneath my feet Someone upturned the furniture in my mind Bu oh how rich the soil How wonderous the upheaval It's time to embark...
To dissect is to broaden the adventure And enrich one's tenure So do not blunt the surgeon's knife
There's so much to explore; there's so much to absorbe And then the atoms that you borrowed They are return to the cosmos They are returned when you're...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.