The First Time
When there was no B.C
And comets wheeled the night sky
Practitioners of an ancient art
Danced stone across the sky
In another time
The fear in us on the horizon
We're a shining marble garden
In the mists of time
The feeling in the gleaming moonlight
Your silhouette on the sky
I see the look on your stone face
And I levitate
In another form
Unstable power
Pulsing through me
Hypnotic golden age
Philosophy
The fear in us on the horizon
We're a shining marble garden
In the mists of time