Connected

Well I tore my pages out of my book Across the world, the author cooks. She pours the wine, I brek the bread Cause we're conencted oooh Were connected Moods beneather myf amily tree Deeper than the eyes can see All tangled up like spider webs Connected, Ohhhhh Connected, ooooo Drums in the darkness, you can feel the pulse First tthan we stoped us, now there is us All I ever was, all I'll ever beeeee Connected. Oooooooo OooooooooOoooooooo Can you still hear that cosmic spark Dark When we blow out like grains of sand Conencted, ooooooo Connected, Ooooo Drums in the darkness, you can hear the pulse First than we stopped us, now it is us All I ever was, all that I'll ever Beeeeeeeeeee Connected, Oooooo Connected, OoooOooo. Connected, Oooooo. Connected, Oooooo So pour the wine, I'll breka the bread All tangeld up, like spider webs Yet hear we are like grains of sand Connceted, Ooooo Connected, Oooo Connected, Oooo. (END - JC)