Dawn of thought transfered through moments of days undersearching earth Revealing corridors of time provoking memories, disjointed but with purpose, Craving penetrations offer links with the self instructors sharp And tender love as we took to the air, a picture of distance. Dawn of our power we amuse redescending as fast as misused Expression, as only to teach love as to reveal passion chasing Late into corners, and we danced from the ocean. Won't to follow, only tunes of a different age. As the links span our endless caresses for the freedom of life everlasting. Talk to the sunlight caller Soft summer mover distance mine.
Young christians see it from the beginning Old people feel it, that's what they're saying.
Move over glory to sons of old fighters past. But I just can't believe they really mean to. There's someone, to tell you A course towards a universal season. For you and you and you. All our thoughts, impressions, knowledge, fears, have been developing for millions of years.