In my hands now Before me a canvas Wide as I can see I could not have foreseen
As the curator I must explore Discover beauty Beyond life and death
Still unanswered questions Remain like still water She vanished into vapor In time I'll know
I take flight Soak in violet rays Bathe in sky waterfalls
A brushstroke, realized fantasy
As an observer There's a lack of whimsy As beautiful as it is There lies a melancholy
Toads! Sprites! I'll paint with this hand Rabbits! Mice! Summonings from a pouch of sand
Toads! Sprites! Rabbits! Mice!
Spice of life In this dream Spice of life In this dream Never ending Only creating
Colors flowing, disperse As nebulous as thought And feeling in bursts Like lightning striking Conjuration's a jolt As I frolic sky and land
In my hands now Before me a canvas Wide as I can see To be filled with the most beautiful summonings The most beautiful dream!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
