whole rivers of creation swell
the embankments of the mind
like giant fortresses
flood
but there is no resurrection
whole pink clouds turn grey
and there is no sadness
powerless as a sundial twists
there is just a strange land
whole rivers of creation swell
the embankments of the mind
like giant fortresses
flood
but there is no resurrection
whole pink clouds turn grey
and there is no sadness
powerless as a sundial twists
there is just a strange land