She sleeps in a state where sound is essential,
Where noise is a note not heard by the living;
Find her in love from the taste not the feeling,
Then lay down her head said the preacher forgiving.
Her colours can breathe in the shade of an echo,
Flowing through minds like the water in streams;
Asking her why we saw visions so vivid,
She showed me the place where the spell casts the dreams.
Where noise is a note not heard by the living;
Find her in love from the taste not the feeling,
Then lay down her head said the preacher forgiving.
Her colours can breathe in the shade of an echo,
Flowing through minds like the water in streams;
Asking her why we saw visions so vivid,
She showed me the place where the spell casts the dreams.
