In a fresh miracle of surprise
You throw off your disguise
I can see your throbbing heart through
The belting rain is melting my thinking
Thoughts like starry darts
Ever stop to wonder why?
Underneath the promise you hold
While the days are growing cold
A steaming landscape wild and old
Lets a freezing heart escape
Then lets things know
With a glimmer of stormy instincts
Hear the starry news
Rebirth of the blues
Or, as the story goes...
Can we see the things that shine
Is it always 'me' and 'mine'
Will our lives go on forever
Or will there come a time
In the eyes of the mind
Can we see?
Can we really see?
Showing in mystery, culminating history
Lifeline looms, creation rooms
Learning to see, learning to feel
Learning to see with eyes that shine
Learning to feel our visitation
Learning to see... it's never been too soon (or too early)
Watching the show that the Indians show me
Down the hazy plains of sunset
The process of distillation goes on
The cities of illusion are in chaos
Waiting for restoration
At the brink of holocaust
Can we see the things that shine
Is it always 'me' and 'mine'
Will our lives go on forever
Or will there come a time
In the eyes of the mind
Can we see?
Can we really see?