Eyes open, past regret Present timing, decide Between myselves, enclosed You see, but not show like me Or know what to hide Within my walls I will accept My waterfalls, understand Washing me over like the oceans tide Walking through the gardens of our Earth That place we visit in our minds Inside this realm of imagination Time split, coke is it My anger ten times taller than your head Rush to find pain here when you interfere I knew that you could only be true Manipulated by who? Influence is obvious Window of the soul Where contact is made We dont know or see Until we realize [solo Evans] The pilot of a mystery, surviving The shoreline a sheath for crashing waves Instinctive they will grasp As they try to breathe And become empty shells again Washing me over like the oceans tide Walking through the gardens of our Earth That place we visit in our minds Inside this realm of imagination Window of the soul Where contact is made We dont know or see Until we realize [solo Young] Reach in to find out in spirit, in being A matter of love, a matter of change The glass of the maker fastened by sand...
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