We can not begin to see the realms beyond periphery These ghosts and odd anomalies that whisper of reality
But modern man is so adept at skimming past the ocean's depths From shoal to shore but still convinced
We can't feel the spinning underneath This globe rotates and no one perceives We're so small but man always believes we are the center, measure of all things
If this is where we lie, some place between the matter and the mystified And only foolish minds would attempt to fit the universe inside
Maybe all our lives are founded in the moments that escape our eyes And prudent hearts will find that there is beauty in the mysteries of life
We are so smallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
