歌詞
Transcending
And if the black creation spit the visions as they come
We choking on the song betraying echoes of the sun
And if we waste elations as the feeble children cry
The gift of seeing nothing in the miracles gone by
All, tasting of the days
We choking on the miracle, like actors on a stage
All, wasting all the ways
We take a bow, and live for now in plays within the play
So long
We dream about the other things
Away
Away
All, tasting of the days
We choking on the miracle, like actors on a stage
All, wasting all the ways
We take a bow, and live for now in plays within the play
So long
We dream about the other things
Wanting
We dream about the other things
Longing
We chase about the other things
Away
Born of the calm
Wake from the night
Ages waited
Longing to be
Come sweet miracle
Wash over the night
Waking
Touching
The light in us all
And if we become
And the souls rise from the earth
Touching the moment
All to see
Wake, tasting the morning
Touch, feeling the dawning
Daylight
Dawning
Born of the time
We see
Born of the age
We touch
Born of the miracle
We feel
Dawning of time
We touch
Dawn of the miracle
We love
And if the spaces left no trace of echoes in the calm
We trace the black catastrophe and face it all alone
And if you find the blindness seeking shadows of the way
You choked upon the miracle of swallowing the day
All, tasting of the days
We choking on the miracle, like actors on a stage
All, wasting all the ways
We take a bow, and live for now in plays within the play
So long
We dream about the other things
Away
Away
All, tasting of the days
We choking on the miracle, like actors on a stage
All, wasting all the ways
We take a bow, and live for now in plays within the play
So long
We dream about the other things
Wanting
We dream about the other things
Longing
We chase about the other things
Away
In the calm
Lost in the night
Ageless, traces
Wanting to be
Wake, tasting the morning
Touch, feeling the dawning
Daylight
Dawning
Born of the time
We see
Born of the age
We touch
Born of the miracle
We feel
Dawning of time
We touch
Dawn of the miracle
We love
Written by: Rudolph Ivan Zahler
