The place that I came from
Like the place that I'm in...

Crystal stars and crescent moons
wailing in the night...

Nothing is untouchable
Yet far away it seems...

Have you ever took the time to think
When you look up to the sky...

The sweetest secrets keep it warm
In your cool insipid gales...

Weeping, rippling tears of mine
Trickling slowly over time...

A fickle world under watchful eyes
Ignorant of anything sincere...

Take it in your stride
Whatever comes your way...

Never such a bronze has ever met my eye
leaves fall down from the bluebell sky...

Slumber in the holy lands for robin hood is here
But beware the manic sheriff lurks with his...

Welcoming the silence that swallows the night
On the blood red sand of Africa...

A drop of holy water
A touch of spice...