Why is this universe mysterious?
Why should it be?
Did someone make it so?
And if it did, was it having us in mind?
In our unfortunate world, you know
Echo answers, the radar of the mind
Receiving what it sends, but modified
The breath of language goes out on the wind
The drumming on the air drum comes inside
The breath of language goes out on the wind
The drumming on the air drum comes inside
The breath of language goes out on the wind
The air drum comes inside
What was it drew the spirit from the stone?
Giving so much and hiding so much more
And does the temptress of the two feet known?
Someone across the sea to hear
His national
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Where would it go
Where'd be the knowledge
That we never had
Would we remember
What it was to know
A few tears for a time
By dreams
Of going mad
With nearly
Knowing
Of remembering
I saw the trees
Of truth
We could not keep
Before the icy dark
Began to sing
Rocking the cradle
Of a big
Big wet
Leaf
Rocking the cradle
Our happiness
We've missed


To love
Our pagan





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