(Jon Anderson/Chris Squire). On the silent wings of freedom. Where I ofer myself midst the balancing of the sun. On the winds of celestial seasons. That would carry me on midst the balance of being one. On the dream of our love eternal. That will eventually bring our living once more with you. Where we are coming from. Or where we go. We only know e come with sound. Where we are coming from. Or where we go. We only know we go around and around. On the back of your forty-second screamdown. Do you choose to be lost midst the challenge of being one. On the flight of regardless feelings. As you hurtle to fear midst the challenge of everyone. On the darkest night so painful. Do you hunger for love midst the torture of being one. On the passing light of easing. Have you seen you inside midst the being of everyone. To the common goal of freedom. Where we offer ourselves midst the balancing of the sun. Where we are coming froom. Or where we go. We only know we come with sound. Where we are coming from. Or where we go. We only know we go around and around.