? . . Aah – . Precious heart, precious seed, precious life conceived . In the ring of fire, in the sleep of peace . Nothing stops desire for the human beat . . Last night was a rapture in the mosaic sky
Lay down your weary tune, lay down. Lay down the song you strum. And rest yourself beneath the strength of strings. No voice can hope to hum Struck by the sounds before the sun. I knew the night
of tune. While you're fighting everyone. I've been hanging in the sun. There's a million things I've done, oh!. You're the one who took the lead. Me least likely to succeed. Different now, yeah
