On a floating lily island Moving over slowly sideways Rest the temporary creatures Spending all of their days
Waiting for the floor to Buckle down below their belts Crashing into yet another Drifting continental shelf
Moving without motion Screaming without sound Across an open ocean Lying there on temporary ground
The old explorers had it easy They discovered nothing new But returned on home with answers Of sad existence clues
All the creatures have it hard now Nothing but God is left to know And why he left us all here hanging With an illusion of a homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
