The curtain thins
Violins announce the score is over
The symphony clears
The mind's conceit has conquered all the real beauty
Grinning from
Eyes at night never see the day
Because it's not in
White glow of the TV set
Lights dancing on the screen
Voice-overs
With history, your bluest grace
Falls apart, cascading down
Speak to me
Now that our ties are served
Let us not wonder whether
As
Isis, Horus, Ra, Set
Isis, Horus, Ra, Set
Isis, Horus, Ra, Set
Isis,
How can anyone be so unkind
As to want to take
Lying on the shady grass
Afternoon, there's always something happening
Friends g
(instrumental)
Close the door and drift away
Have faded out of reach.
Into
Random lost souls have asked me
I say "I don't know