Anderson/Squire/Howe/White/Sherwood/Khoroshev. Not a lot is missing. Every ounce of treasure found. And I believe that everyone should get what. They're allowed. Suspected of belief that comes suspended. In a sound. And everybody wants some. It's the sound they make in heaven. It's a sound for here on earth. I've heard it in the whispering. Of the wonders that we search. We've waited far too long. To hear the healing of the stars. 'N' everybody wants some. Everybody wants some. Everybody wants some. Everybody wants some. Everybody wants some. To feel alive. Oh - does it get much better than this. Oh - does it get much better much better. Oh - does it get much better than this than this. There's the sound that keeps you trying. There's the sound that makes you smile. There's a sound in every corner. Of the world that we survive. Your temple is the harmony. You feel the sacred ground. Just wishing for the secret. To appear within the sound. Watching for the morning star. The rhythm of the sun. I hear it in my waking dreams. The singing has begun. The passion that we walk upon. The passion that we bring. Is written for the mountains. They love to hear us sing. Everybody wants some. Everybody wants some. Everybody wants some. Everybody wants some. To feel alive. Oh - doesn't get much better than this. Oh - doesn't get much better than this than this. Who made me make believe. I'm alive I'm living. Never underestimate. The signals coming to you. Oh. The sounding of the earth. It shakes you yes it shakes you. Oh. The sounding of the earth. It shakes you let it shake you. Hep yadda.