Lecherous Reflections in Color 3464

Our moons are made in separate shifts

At this place where skies are low and birds are big

We went through ***** in day and woke again the same day

We have learned to treat the time and find the hours

That the clocks cannot define

Oh, as I looked out from that stage

I felt the thing that had been made

How it raged, how it raged

How to explain

Nothing makes reality but to recall

How I started feeling straining

Then I started to feel strong

We've got a pair of hands for climbing

And a pair of knees to spring

And a pair of arms for strength

And a pair of lungs to sing

And these simple chords

As their music is the language of our soul