Over these green hills, blue electric light   Always in my blood, forever in my eyes   Black window space a basket made of flax   Broken mirror view, let your eyes relax      Mist on my glass   Watch it all come to pass   Once again, we'll breathe in the view   It's part of me, part of you      Now my voice won't sing and my tears won't cry   Your disciple waits for any good advice   Our place in time, it's not set in stone   And we'll still be here where the cows come home      Mist on my glass   Watch it all come to pass   Once again, we'll breathe in the view   It's part of me, part of you      And it has to be clear, inside my head   And I'm still in a dream, in a dream that won't end   Once again, we'll breathe in the view   It's part of me, part of you      Mist on my glass   Watch it all come to pass   Once again, we'll breathe in the view   It's part of me, part of you      And it has to be clear   It has to be clear, inside my head