Connection is the blind musician singing himself to sleep
I do not want you to wake up if this is a dream we can keep
Together we are the backbone of a fantasy
Aligning with planetary destiny
We are the beginning of something like Atlantis
We are at the very least fulfilling a prophecy
The first things will also be the last things
Circular motion of my physical heart beat
Seconds lost in time or breaken down into moments
With out the clocks who is to explain it?
We need numbers, but we don't really need time
We just need to keep a pattern that allows us to rewind
If we don't know the beginning waters
If we don't know the wilting trees
If we don't know all that is inside us
How can we set ourselves free?