How is it done?
That way we all praise
What level of love
Do you need
To get what you want
To see?

That rhythm
With an old soul
Like the cracking
Of a bowl
The laugh of a child
The one thousandth mile

Those two worlds
Connected by an
Invisible bridge resting
On the naked arm of a ridge
Catching the secrets of the world
In a butterfly net
As if they were as easy
As putting into a set

Mankind telling itself
That the seers shelf
Never holds any lies

But some dare to deny
Where the sea parts &
Crashed' waves sit in tranquil rest

While all these questioning minds
Have already left their nest
Off to see the ****** rungs of the sun
While their lungs burst inside their
Cherry chests of mythical tongue

Howling bones buried in the
Wretched ground of eternal sleep
All we can do is care for the keep
And pray that lady doesn't find
A new taller kinder fairer He

How these visions are not mine own
Thy own path is crooked & jagged
From another's sight altogether ragged
But I know I see my home on the other side
A bright burning familiar town

How are you done?
How were you prepared for us?
Did you take the bus to get here?
Or were you sent by a lower fare?
Shipped like those lost roses,
Ordered for mother but never remembered?
Maybe the words was where you were?
In between your very own lines?
Hiding as if you'd done a crime.

But do not worry
The public knows many faces
There will be traces
Perhaps some new disgraces
But do not worry
The game lasts long
There will always be another
With a newer & better

Rendition of The Song