I walk the tangled trace
I work the angles for an ace
Watch the clockʼs encroaching face thatʼs
Nothing to chasten me.
Oh city fix and city fall
It licks the money off the wall
Fails to notice me at all itʼs
Nothing to nail on me.
Soft, now, draw love around
Feel your existence run free.
Being here is coming home
Let the stillness be.
Force on the fevered pace
To standardize the human race -
Their technological disgrace has
Nothing to clone from me.
Old Mammon knows the score
And keeps them clamouring for more….
Hush my love and close the door thereʼs
Nothing out there for me.
Soft, now, draw love around
Feel your existence run free.
Being here is coming home
Let the stillness be.
Soft, now, draw love around
Feel your existence run free.
Being here is coming home
Let the stillness be.
Soft, now, draw love around
Being here is coming home