A mountain at night... And the river moves on
The people awake... They're marching along
The streets are alive... With a terrible song
Forwards and backwards in ev'ry direction
The atom's perpetual motion
The shifting of light on the banks of the river
I'm free but I'm keeping my clothes on
We're marching along... The street where you live
I'm calling your name... The song is a gift
A song is a road... A road is a face
A face is a time... And a time is a place
A place of belief and a time of confusion
The heart is a simple equation
With beautiful words and with beautiful people
A song is a face is a mountain
A fruit that falls before it's grown
I heard a sound and bird has flown
It breaks pieces above the forest
A million particles born today
Out beyond the blue horizon - air cannot escape
Underneath the weeping willow - I can see your face
Free form - climbing all over me
Creatures great and small
Doctors - pulling them out of you
Hideous, virtuous, both of us
Come - in my kitchen - when it rains outside
Sweet inspiration - sneaks up from behind
The forest is true... I know for a fact
That the bigger the front... The bigger the back
My heart beating still... Through the perilous night
The bombs burst in air... But my hair is all right
The shifting of light on the trees and the houses
I drown in an ocean of perfume
The strangeness of words, how the meaning keeps changing
But somehow the beauty will find you
