Verse From the garden greens to the mountain streams We all worked the land and payed in sweat while sweet illusions were passing by Like fading tribe on the ocean wide In a random flash we live and die Searching all religions, reasom why Waiting all to serve a greater purpose or to join the cosmic circus now From the habbit hole, to the frozen poles we have filled our hearts with poetry while science was our leading star On to million suns where our fading memories dance While we try (guitartabs.cc)
