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When you hold on to the mountains
and the footsteps in the trees
Don't go down into the canyons
like a lock in search of keys
cause the lady is a locksmith
and her temple is the well
where she draws the lights of Heaven
through the passage-ways of Hell
and it's not the needle's pleasure
and it's not the serum's pain
It's just a whisper to the flowers
In a morning glory rain
When you're circled in by water
near the islands in her hands
you'll forget the boats of evening
when The Sun sinks in the sands
but it won't make any difference
If the changes come undone
there's enough to sink the ocean
when the sand gives up The Sun
Yes, the lady knows you're lonely
and all you have to do
when the madness gets your number
you just let it pass right through
I've been there and I've done that
and now it's all set up for you
and the love will just keep rising
There is nothing left to do
it's not the needle's pleasure
and it's not the serum's pain
It's just a whisper to the flowers
In a morning glory rain
It's just a whisper to the flowers
In a morning glory rain
just like angels dressed in starlight
that you know will come again
Nothing here is real and
it's useless to pretend
in a morning glory rain
in a morning glory rain
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