The beetle climbs the wall of reality Rolling the sun into place, into the sky of dreams
Verse:
So the beetle rolls around the Sun Like in dust, our soul rolls around And they say we're guided by the stars Or is it our hearts Or is it our hearts Is it our hearts
Bridge:
Is this just poetry, is this just art Is it really the truth of what we are I'll never truly know You'll never truly know We'll never truly know
Pre-Chorus:
What the wise men say The fools will never follow If you say so if you say so That's how they always go That's how they always go
Chorus:
But when her heart of gold Shines warmly on your mold On countless fateful noons Your heart and your soul Your shell like sun upon the moon
Post-Chorus:
You'll know You'll know You'll know And you'll believe And you'll believe
CODA Verse:
So the beetle rolls around the Sun Like in dust, our soul rolls around Like they say we're guided by the stars And all of our hearts And all of our hearts All of our hearts
Reading Fabre's Book of Insects by Jean-Henri Fabre Written: June 18, 2024