Madhuvan

Always almost there... That ledge is the only thing I ever see Born in the heat to keep it always out of my reach Grab on a hold each treasure while you go Before they turn to sand, this man is all alone Haze What a storm, what a maze Which one Which one which one's the way Lust Lost his trust Now roams the barren dunes Bones continue to rust Up and down, up and down Up and down, up and down We go Always almost there... That ledge is the only thing I ever see Worn so hollow from that shadow over me Boundless above my ancient holds it close Over, still closer than I've ever known Well if I had it all, if I had it all What life would leave me satisfied? All of this gold, all of this gold It don't weigh enough to make this life Whole Shelter Something felt Sure Molten beads of His lotus feet Dangle by his belt Pure, pure, pure Bhagavatam Dhruva, madhuvan Deep into the forest He will go No more demon roars That ledge is the only thing I ever see Born in the heat to keep it always out of my reach Grab on a hold each treasure while you go Before they turn to sand, this man is all alone If I had it all, if I had it all What life would leave me satisfied? All of this gold, all of this gold Don't weigh enough to make this life whole