When you are walking or sitting in silence
I urge you to think about what you were dreaming last night
Before coffee and radio signals came through
Where do we come from and what is this feeling
I'm feeling I feel like I'm falling and calling for
You and your sisters, my friends and my family too
How can I get you to come to my table
I've worked for the last twenty years to be able
To make you a meal
My ambrosia, my youth
Don't mind the music
It's always confusing my heart
And bemusing me
Why does the light shine so brightly when you are around
Why do the faces of people around us seem awfully profound
Who are the masters and where do they come from, I just can't decide
Maybe they're angels or demons or people... that would be nice
Ambrosia in time
Ambrosia in time