Dalszövegek
Lost Horizon The Song Of Air

(Instrumental)

me knowledge be born on levels, wild, devil copters mark my every step When the riots form, my woman keeps me warm From Fort Green I sing the song mean

time that I have left I scan that cold horizon Searching for a kindred soul, Someone to rely upon We disconnected and Heaven sent Sheltered in dead air

see a new sun up in a new sky And my whole horizon has reached a new high Yesterday my heart sang a blue song But today hear it hum a cheery new song

In the Technicolor sky Exploding mandala of light Disappearing into darkness A stunning sunburst finish Shatters the horizon Echoing across the canyon Hear the song

be born on levels, wild, devil copters mark my every step When the riots form, my woman keeps me warm From Fort Green I sing the song mean Bring the

the usual problems, all the habitual farce. You ask, in uncertain voice, what you should do as if there were a choice but to carry on miming the song

the wind by surprise Voices so demanding Thunder swarms the skies To the north of horizon Over mountains at east There's a call to the lost ones From

of INFINITY You lied to us all in your speech Symbiotic indeed, the host bleeds Parasites attach to feed fulfilling antiquated needs Over The Horizon